Yo, yo we cant stay alive forever So if **** 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, ***** you sloppy You know that im, 8 levels above you ***** Ill club you *****, I never heard of you *****, ugly ***** Im the wrong one to provoke You rattin on ****** is only gon leave you smoke So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads I got no friends, **** most of these cowards They pop **** 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 ***** like she queen latifah Not all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This **** 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 **** us I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckas Ill sick rottweilers on you ****as, 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, ***** 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 ****** 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 ****** 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 ****ed like the gay rappa I go the college on the tour Im goin down in history *****, 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 ****, you gon have to murder me Burglary, Im leavin wit cha nikes bergendy, white t, bergendy You match now, back down ****** love to hate you, but love you when you disappear Catch me on the boat wit **** 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 ***** Still in the projects *****, you aint goin nowhere You gon ****in be there for the rest of yo mutha****in life And yo momma said, Im supposed to tell you somethin..... To encourage you, somethin positive Aight well I aint gon lie to you mutha****a, he aint goin nowhere Get yaself a beer, get on the ****in curve ****in dirtbag
[00:00.94]Artist：50 cent [00:02.31]Songs Title：banks victory [00:03.31] [00:14.63]Yo, yo we cant stay alive forever [00:15.94]So if **** hit the fan then we might as well die together [00:19.07]Im high as ever, more holes and more cheddar [00:21.82]G-unit move around wit them pounds and berretas [00:24.19]Yea faggot, if I want it Im gon have it [00:27.07]Regardless if its handed to me or I gotta grab it [00:29.69]Dont make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me [00:32.26]Im cocky, raps rocky, ***** you sloppy [00:33.69]You know that im, 8 levels above you ***** [00:36.13]Ill club you *****, I never heard of you *****, ugly ***** [00:38.57]Im the wrong one to provoke [00:42.57]You rattin on ****** is only gon leave you smoke [00:45.32]So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads [00:47.63]I got no friends, **** most of these cowards [00:49.69]They pop **** till we start approaching these cowards [00:52.13]While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [00:55.76]I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer [00:58.13]And who flip when I call a ***** like she queen latifah [01:00.88]Not all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper [01:03.34]This **** can get uglier than the master p sneaker [01:05.74]We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus [01:08.37]Soon as spring break hos home from college wanna **** us [01:11.07]I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckas [01:13.45]Ill sick rottweilers on you ****as, cops followin to cuff us [01:16.07]Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros [01:19.13]When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero [01:21.76]Ima break before I lay floor berry [01:23.82]Besides, every rapper aint a star, ***** plad aint bulbary [01:26.69]You cant tame lloyd, smokin by the big screen [01:29.51]You changin the channel looks like Im playin the game boy [01:32.14]I know to watch botherin ya vision [01:34.13]You reach and Ill put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion [01:37.07]Why party wit a pigeon? [01:38.82]Im blowin a 10 cuz bush handin flyers for a party in a prison [01:41.32]Im in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps [01:45.07]Im the last rapper to scare ****** since craig mack [01:47.88]Now every mornings a fast start [01:49.82]And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark [01:52.26]Run, move startin a wave [01:55.39]And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs [01:57.76]Im the young pimp pardon my age [02:00.59]I dont got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids [02:03.51]****** find what club they at [02:04.82]Take em wit us, and run a train on em like a subway mac [02:08.57]Get advances from grey agra [02:10.38]See these record labels got most artists gettin ****ed like the gay rappa [02:12.93]I go the college on the tour [02:16.06]Im goin down in history *****, next to wallace and shakur [02:18.30]I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer [02:21.31]Cameras by the hamper that mine into the floor [02:24.50]By now, you probably heard of me [02:26.62]Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a ****, you gon have to murder me [02:29.87]Burglary, Im leavin wit cha nikes bergendy, white t, bergendy [02:32.01]You match now, back down [02:35.38]****** love to hate you, but love you when you disappear [02:37.57]Catch me on the boat wit **** smoke and official gear [02:40.51]Heavy when I toke, c notes from different years [02:42.89]Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs [02:45.64]You aint rich, but we glad to snatch ya [02:47.95]I send cars to crib like Im a cab dispatcha [02:50.64]You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive [02:53.13]You aint gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized [02:55.95]Its a damn shame yall still local [02:58.37]Im in a million dollar studio layin my vocals [03:00.93]***** [03:01.24]Still in the projects *****, you aint goin nowhere [03:05.24]You gon ****in be there for the rest of yo mutha****in life [03:09.68]And yo momma said, Im supposed to tell you somethin..... [03:13.68]To encourage you, somethin positive [03:17.80]Aight well I aint gon lie to you mutha****a, he aint goin nowhere [03:22.68]Get yaself a beer, get on the ****in curve [03:25.49]****in dirtbag
