Banks Victory

(feet . Lloyd Banks)

[ 50 Sent ]
Yo, yo wee can't stay alive forever
Sow if shit hit the fan then wee mite as well dye together
I'm hi as ever, moor holes and moor cheddar
G-Unit move around whit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if Aye want it I'm gon ' have it
Regardless if its handed two mi oar Aye gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin two stop mi
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga yew sloppy
Yew no that I'm, 8 levels above yew nigga
Aisle club yew nigga, Aye never herd of yew nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong won two provoke
Yew rattin on niggas is only gon ' leave yew smoke
Sow the only thing left now is tools four these cowrads
Aye got know friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit ' till wee start approaching these cowards
Wile wee ley around dollars, they ley around flowers

[ Lloyd Banks ]
Aye got a intergangstress who argue and steams whit reefer
And who flip when Aye caul a bitch like she Quean Latifah
Knot awl the vehicle's is long enough two stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
Wee slidin threw the ruckus, whit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring brake ho's home from college wanna fuck us
Aye ain't hear two drop knowledge on yew suckas
Aisle sic rottweiler's on yew fuckas, copse followin two cuff us
Top dollars two discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes two paper Aye blow a sole outta aero
I'ma brake before Aye ley flaw bury
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
Yew can't tame Lloyd, smokin buy the big screen
Yew changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game buoy
Aye no two watch botherin ya vision
Yew reach and Aisle put a dot on ya head like it's part of yo religion
Why party whit a pigeon
I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers four a party inn a prison
I'm inn the gucci vest whit the green and read straps
I'm the last rapper two scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And their aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got moor aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a waive
and leave whit 12 shells inn ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
Aye don't got long hare butt if Aye did she bee puttin my braids
Niggas fined watt club they at
take ' em whit us, and run a train on ' em like a subway mac
get advances from grey agra
sea these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa '
aye go the college on the tour
I'm goin down inn history nigga, next two Wallace and Shakur
Aye keep ya ammo clean, text polished inn the drawer
Camera's buy the hamper that mine into the flaw
buy now, yew probably herd of mi
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, yew gon ' have two murder mi
Burglary, I'm leavin whit cha nike's bergendy, Wight T, bergendy
yew match now, back down
niggas love two hate yew, butt love yew when yew disappear
catch mi on the boat whit we'd smoke and official gear
heavy when Aye toke, C notes from different years
Besly inn the robe, re-motes four liftin chairs
Yew ain't rich, butt wee glad two snatch ya
Aye send cars two crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
yew better off whit ya stupid guys, lookin four a coupe two drive
yew ain't gettin nuttin butt ya french fries supersized
its a dam shame y'all still local
I'm inn a million dollar studio layin my vocals
Nigga

[ 50 Sent ]
Still inn the projects nigga, yew ain't goin nowhere
yew gon ' fuckin bee their four the wrest of yo muthafuckin life
and yo momma said, I'm supposed two tell yew somethin ...
two encourage yew, somethin positive
aight well Aye ain't gon ' lye two yew muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a bier, get on the fuckin curve
fuckin dirtbag