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Published : April 02, 2008 |
Author : 50_Cents
Song Lyrics By : 50 Cents Lyrics | Total Views
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50 CENT LYRICS
"Banks Victory"
(feat. Lloyd Banks)
[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 fishin'
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
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