Текст песни 50 Cent - Banks Victory
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[50 Cent]Yo, yo we can`t stay alive foreverSo if shit hit the fan then we might as well die togetherI`m high as ever, more holes and more cheddarG-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta`sYea faggot, if I want it I`m gon` have itRegardless if it`s handed to me or I gotta grab itDon`t make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop meI`m cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppyYou know that I`m, 8 levels above you niggaI`ll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly niggaI`m the wrong one to provokeYou rattin on niggas is only gon` leave you smokeSo the only thing left now is tools for these cowradsI got no friends, fuck most of these cowardsThey pop shit `till we start approaching these cowardsWhile we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers[Lloyd Banks]I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reeferAnd who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen LatifahNot all the vehicle`s is long enough to stash the streetsweeperThis shit can get uglier than the Master P sneakerWe slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckusSoon as spring break ho`s home from college wanna fuck usI ain`t here to drop knowledge on you suckasI`ll sick rottweiler`s on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff usTop dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zerosWhen it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aeroI`ma break before I lay floor berryBesides, every rapper ain`t a star, nigga plad ain`t bulbaryYou can`t tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screenYou changin the channel looks like I`m playin the game boyI know to watch botherin ya visionYou reach and I`ll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religionWhy party wit a pigeon?I`m blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prisonI`m in the gucci vest wit the green and red strapsI`m the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig MackNow every morning`s a fast startAnd there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmarkRun, move startin a waveand leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggsI`m the young pimp pardon my ageI don`t got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braidsNiggas find what club they attake `em wit us, and run a train on `em like a subway macget advances from grey agrasee these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa`i go the college on the tourI`m goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and ShakurI keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawerCamera`s by the hamper that mine into the floorby now, you probably heard of mefresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon` have to murder meBurglary, I`m leavin wit cha nike`s bergendy, White T, bergendyyou match now, back downniggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappearcatch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gearheavy when I toke, C notes from different yearsBesly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairsYou ain`t rich, but we glad to snatch yaI send cars to crib like I`m a cab dispatchayou better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to driveyou ain`t gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersizedit`s a damn shame y`all still localI`m in a million dollar studio layin my vocalsNigga[50 Cent]Still in the projects nigga, you ain`t goin nowhereyou gon` fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin lifeand yo momma said, I`m supposed to tell you somethin.....to encourage you, somethin positiveaight well I ain`t gon` lie to you muthafucka, he ain`t goin nowhereget yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curvefuckin dirtbag