[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 -ac Send " Banks Victory" Ringtone to your Cell