Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent The Victory Lyrics

[50 Cent]
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if s___ 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 f__got, 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 a__ outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm c___y, raps rocky, n____ you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you n____
I'll club you n____, I never heard of you n____, ugly n____
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on n____s is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, f___ most of these cowards
They pop s___ '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 b____ like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This s___ 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___ us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you f___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
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, n____ 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 n____s 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
n____s 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___ed like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the tour
I'm goin down in history n____, 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___, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back down
n____s 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 s_____ 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 d___ shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
n____

[50 Cent]
Still in the projects n____, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' f___in be there for the rest of yo m____fuckin 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 m____fucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the f___in curve
f___in dirtbag