Victory lyrics

Artist  : Lloyd Banks 
Song : Victory



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[50 Cent]

Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever

So if shit 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 ass 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, fuck most of these cowards

They pop shit '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 bitch like she Queen
Latifah

Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the
streetsweeper

This shit 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
fuck us

I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas

I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, 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
fucked 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 fuck, 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' fuckin be there for the rest of yo
muthafuckin 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 muthafucka, he
ain't goin nowhere

get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curve

fuckin dirtbag