50 Cent

[50 Cent]
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
[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 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
[50 Cent]
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
[ Banks Victory Lyrics ]