50 CENT - Banks Victory lyrics
rate me(feat. lloyd banks)<br>[50 cent]<br>Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever<br>So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together<br>I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar<br>G-unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's<br>Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it<br>Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it<br>Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me<br>I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy<br>You know that i'm, 8 levels above you nigga<br>I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga<br>I'm the wrong one to provoke<br>You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke<br>So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads<br>I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards<br>They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards<br>While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers<br><br>[lloyd banks]<br>I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer<br>And who flip when I call a bitch like she queen latifah<br>Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper<br>This shit can get uglier than the master p sneaker<br>We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus<br>Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us<br>I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas<br>I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us<br>Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros<br>When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero<br>I'ma break before I lay floor berry<br>Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary<br>You can't tame lloyd, smokin by the big screen<br>You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy<br>I know to watch botherin ya vision<br>You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of yo religion<br>Why party wit a pigeon? <br>I'm blowin a 10 cuz bush handin flyers for a party in a prison<br>I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps<br>I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since craig mack<br>Now every morning's a fast start<br>And there ain't problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark<br>Run, move startin a wave<br>And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs<br>I'm the young pimp pardon my age<br>I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids<br>Niggas find what club they at<br>Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac<br>Get advances from grey agra<br>See these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'<br>I go the college on the tour<br>I'm goin down in history nigga, next to wallace and shakur<br>I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer<br>Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor<br>By now, you probably heard of me<br>Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me<br>Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, white t, bergendy<br>You match now, back down<br>Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear<br>Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear<br>Heavy when I toke, c notes from different years<br>Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs<br>You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya<br>I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha<br>You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive<br>You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized<br>It's a damn shame y'all still local<br>I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals<br>Nigga<br><br>[50 cent]<br>Still in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere<br>You gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life<br>And yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....<br>To encourage you, somethin positive<br>Aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere<br>Get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curve<br>Fuckin dirtbag
