Banks Victory lyrics

Artist  : 50 Cent 
Song : Banks Victory
 
"Banks Victory"
(feat. Lloyd Banks)

[50 Cent]
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if sh*t hit the fan then we might as well die
together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab
it
Don't make a as* outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga,
ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these
cowrads
I got no friends, f**k most of these cowards
They pop sh*t 'till we start approaching these
cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around
flowers

[Lloyd Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
reefer
And who flip when I call a bit*h like she Queen
Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the
streetsweeper
This sh*t can get uglier than the Master P
sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the
chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna
f**k us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you f**kas, cops
followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad
ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the
game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its
part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a
party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red
straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig
Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my
closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton
of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin
my braids
Niggas find what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a
subway mac
get advances from grey agra
see these record labels got most artists gettin
f**ked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace
and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a f**k, you gon'
have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy,
White T, bergendy
you match now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you
disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official
gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a
coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries
supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
Nigga

[50 Cent]
Still in the projects nigga, you ain't goin
nowhere
you gon' f**kin be there for the rest of yo
muthaf**kin life
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you
somethin.....
to encourage you, somethin positive
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthaf**ka, he
ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the f**kin curve
f**kin dirtbag