Lloyd Banks - Victory Freestyle lyrics

[Coin drops] [Ovation] [Intro:] [50 Cent:] Damn n***a, y'all way up that mothaf**a! [Lloyd Bank$:] We see y'all on top! [2 gun co*ks] [50 Cent:] Y'all ain't up in there? [Young Buck:] The mothaf**as of the ceillin! [gun co*ks] [Whoo Kid] Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! [Young Buck:] 'Ey n***a! [gun co*ks] Smoke some of that good sh**, n***a. [50 Cent:] Haha! Ayo check this sh** out y'all! Before I get outta here right... I want y'all to put the "We York" for me one time. [Young Buck:] Aight! [Crowd] AUUUUHHH! [screams] [50 Cent:] Y'all know what the wins stand for... "Victory"! [beat starts] [Biggie:] Yeeeah! One, Two! [50 Cent:] Rest In Peace to B.I.G.! [Lloyd Bank$:] Rest In Peace! [50 Cent:] Rest In Peace to 'Pac! [Young Buck:] Aight, n***a! Put yo' freeze on! [Biggie:] Check me out right here, yo? [50 Cent (Lloyd Bank$) {G-Unit}:] Yo! - Yo, we can't stay alive {FOREVEEER!} So if sh** hit the fan then we might as we'll die {TOGETHEEER!} I'm high as ever (YEAH!) - more holes and more cheddar G-Unit move around with' them pounds and {BERETTAS!} Yeah f*ggot! If I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it YO' HANDS UP! > Don't make a a** outta ya'self tryin' to stop me! I'm co*ky! Raps "Rocky", n***a you sloppy. You know that I'm (YEAH!) - 8 levels above you n***a, (YEAH!) I'll plug you n***a. - I never heard {OF YOU ni**a!} (YEAH!) Ugly n***a! (YEAH!) I'm the wrong one to provoke (YEAH!) You rattin' on n***as is only gon' leave you smoke. {SMOOOOOOOKE!} So the only thing left now, is tools for these (PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM UP!) I got no friends. - fu*k most of these (PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM!) They pop sh** 'til we start approaching these cowards 'EM UP! > While we lay around dollars, they lay around industry gangsters. [shot] [Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent) {50 Cent & Young Buck}:] I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the (REEFER!) And who flip when I call a b**h like she (QUEEN LATIFAAAAH!) {NON STOP!} Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the (STREETSWEEPER!) This sh** can get uglier than the {MASTER P'S SNEAKEEERS.} We slidin' through the {RUCKUS}, with' Prada on the Chuckus Soon as spring break hoes, home {FROM COLLEGE WANNA fu*k UUUS!} I ain't here to drop knowledge {ON YOU su*kAAAS!} I'll sick Rottweiler's on {YOU fu*kAS}, cops followin' to (CUFF US). Top dollars to (DISCUSS THIS) - a whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper, I blow the OUTTA HERO! > I'm a break 'fore I lay on the floor buried (BESIDES) Every rapper ain't a {STAR}, and every plaid ain't {BURBERRY}. You can't tame Lloyd! Smokin' by the big screen, and changin the channel looks like I'm {PLAYIN' THE GAMEBOOOY!} I know to watch botherin' ya vision But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head - IT'S PART OF YA RELIGION! > Why party with' a pigeon? - I'm blowin' a 10. Cause Bush handin' flyers for a party in a (PRISON!) I'm in the Gucci Vest with' the green and red {STRAPS} I'm the last rapper to scare {ni**aS SINCE CRAIG MACK!} Now every morning's a (FAST START) And there ain't problem gettin' dressed, cause my closet got more aisles than Run, move startin' a wave And leave with' 12 shells in ya (MOUTH), {LIKE A CARTON OF EGGS!} I'm the young pimp pardon my age. {AAAAGE!} {I DON'T GOT LONG HAIR} - But if I did, she be puttin' my braids. {MY BRAIDS!} n***as find what club they at (CLUB THEY AT!) Take 'em with' us! (TAKE 'EM WITH US!) - And run a train on 'em like a SUBWAY MAC! Get advances from grey agra, See these record labels got most artists {GETTIN' fu*kED LIKE THE GAY RAPPER!} I go the college on the tour, (TOUR!) I'm goin' down in history n***a, {NEXT TO WALLACE AND SHAKUR!} I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the Camera's by the (HAMPERS, THAT MINE INTO THE) {FLOOR!} By now you prob'ly OF ME> (YEAH!) - (Bank$ & 50: FRESH OUTT) (Bank$ & 50: FLASHY AS A) {fu*k!} You gon' have to {MURDER ME!} Burglary, I'm leavin' witcha Nike's White-T, you match now, {BACK DOWN!} n***as 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 ya crib CAB DISPATCHA! > You better off with' ya {STUPID GUYS}, lookin' for {A COUPE TO DRIVE!} You ain't gettin' nuttin' but ya french-fries It's a damn shame, y'all still local I'm in a million dollar (STUDIO) layin' my vocals, YEAH! - [Outro:] [50 Cent:] Thanks FANS for havin' us! [Young Buck:] LOVE! [Ovation] [Screams] [Coin drops] [Music starts playin' the next song's beat] [DJ Whoo Kid:] Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! ˝ [Lloyd Bank$:] They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high SouthSide n***a playin' heater on my side. Every night [shot] before I rest my head, I thank to Lord...