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