Banks victory

Interprete: 50 Cent
Disco: No Mercy, No Fear

Letra de la canción:

[50 Cent]

Yo, yo we can´t stay alive forever

So if shit 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 faggot, 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 ass outta yaself tryin to stop me

I´m cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy

You know that I´m, 8 levels above you nigga

I´ll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga

I´m 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

[Lloyd Banks]

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 vehicle´s 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 ho´s home from college wanna fuck us

I ain´t here to drop knowledge on you suckas

I´ll sick rottweiler´s 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

I´ma break before I lay floor berry

Besides, every rapper ain´t a star, nigga 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 niggas 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

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

I´m goin down in history nigga, 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 fuck, you gon´ have to murder me

Burglary, I´m leavin wit cha nike´s 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 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 snatch 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 damn shame y´all still local

I´m in a million dollar studio layin my vocals

Nigga

[50 Cent]

Still in the projects nigga, you ain´t goin nowhere

you gon´ fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin 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 muthafucka, he ain´t goin nowhere

get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curve

fuckin dirtbag

No Mercy, No Fear

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