Banks Victory

Artist：50 cent

Songs Title：banks victory

Yo, yo we cant stay alive forever

So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together

Im high as ever, more holes and more cheddar

G-unit move around wit them pounds and berretas

Yea faggot, if I want it Im gon have it

Regardless if its handed to me or I gotta grab it

Dont make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me

Im cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy

You know that im, 8 levels above you nigga

Ill club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga

Im 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

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 vehicles 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 hos home from college wanna fuck us

I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckas

Ill sick rottweilers 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

Ima break before I lay floor berry

Besides, every rapper aint a star, nigga plad aint bulbary

You cant tame lloyd, smokin by the big screen

You changin the channel looks like Im playin the game boy

I know to watch botherin ya vision

You reach and Ill put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion

Why party wit a pigeon?

Im blowin a 10 cuz bush handin flyers for a party in a prison

Im in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps

Im the last rapper to scare niggas since craig mack

Now every mornings 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

Im the young pimp pardon my age

I dont 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

Im goin down in history nigga, next to wallace and shakur

I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer

Cameras 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, Im leavin wit cha nikes 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 aint rich, but we glad to snatch ya

I send cars to crib like Im a cab dispatcha

You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive

You aint gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized

Its a damn shame yall still local

Im in a million dollar studio layin my vocals

Nigga

Still in the projects nigga, you aint goin nowhere

You gon fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life

And yo momma said, Im supposed to tell you somethin.....

To encourage you, somethin positive

Aight well I aint gon lie to you muthafucka, he aint goin nowhere

Get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curve

Fuckin dirtbag