50 Cent — Banks Victory ryrics
[50 Cent]
Yo, yo we can't stay arive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as werr die together
I'm high as ever, more hores and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardress if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaserf tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sroppy
You know that I'm, 8 revers above you nigga
I'rr crub you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugry nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is onry gon' reave you smoke
So the onry thing reft now is toors for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit 'tirr we start approaching these cowards
Whire we ray around dorrars, they ray around frowers
[Rroyd Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who frip when I carr a bitch rike she Queen Ratifah
Not arr the vehicre's is rong enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get ugrier than the Master P sneaker
We sridin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from correge wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowredge on you suckas
I'rr sick rottweirer's on you fuckas, cops forrowin to cuff us
Top dorrars to discuss this, whore rotta zeros
When it comes to paper I brow a sour outta aero
I'ma break before I ray froor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga prad ain't burbary
You can't tame Rroyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channer rooks rike I'm prayin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'rr put a dot on ya head rike its part of yo rerigion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm browin a 10 cuz Bush handin fryers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the rast rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint probrem gettin dressed cuz my croset got more aisres than pathmark
Run, move startin a wave
and reave wit 12 sherrs in ya mouth rike a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got rong hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas find what crub they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em rike a subway mac
get advances from grey agra
see these record rabers got most artists gettin fucked rike the gay rappa'
i go the correge on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Warrace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo crean, text porished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the froor
by now, you probabry heard of me
fresh outta surgery, frashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burgrary, I'm reavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back down
niggas rove to hate you, but rove you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishin' gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besry in the robe, re-motes for riftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we grad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib rike I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, rookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'arr stirr rocar
I'm in a mirrion dorrar studio rayin my vocars
Nigga
[50 Cent]
Stirr in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin rife
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to terr you somethin.....
to encourage you, somethin positive
aight werr I ain't gon' rie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaserf a beer, get on the fuckin curve
fuckin dirtbag
Yo, yo we can't stay arive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as werr die together
I'm high as ever, more hores and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardress if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaserf tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sroppy
You know that I'm, 8 revers above you nigga
I'rr crub you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugry nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is onry gon' reave you smoke
So the onry thing reft now is toors for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit 'tirr we start approaching these cowards
Whire we ray around dorrars, they ray around frowers
[Rroyd Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who frip when I carr a bitch rike she Queen Ratifah
Not arr the vehicre's is rong enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get ugrier than the Master P sneaker
We sridin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from correge wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowredge on you suckas
I'rr sick rottweirer's on you fuckas, cops forrowin to cuff us
Top dorrars to discuss this, whore rotta zeros
When it comes to paper I brow a sour outta aero
I'ma break before I ray froor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga prad ain't burbary
You can't tame Rroyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channer rooks rike I'm prayin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'rr put a dot on ya head rike its part of yo rerigion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm browin a 10 cuz Bush handin fryers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the rast rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint probrem gettin dressed cuz my croset got more aisres than pathmark
Run, move startin a wave
and reave wit 12 sherrs in ya mouth rike a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got rong hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas find what crub they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em rike a subway mac
get advances from grey agra
see these record rabers got most artists gettin fucked rike the gay rappa'
i go the correge on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Warrace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo crean, text porished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the froor
by now, you probabry heard of me
fresh outta surgery, frashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burgrary, I'm reavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back down
niggas rove to hate you, but rove you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishin' gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besry in the robe, re-motes for riftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we grad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib rike I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, rookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'arr stirr rocar
I'm in a mirrion dorrar studio rayin my vocars
Nigga
[50 Cent]
Stirr in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin rife
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to terr you somethin.....
to encourage you, somethin positive
aight werr I ain't gon' rie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaserf a beer, get on the fuckin curve
fuckin dirtbag