Victory Freestyle lyrics

[Coin drops]

[Ovation]

[Intro:]

[50 Cent:] Damn nigga, y'all way up that mothafucka!

[Lloyd Bank$:] We see y'all on top! [2 gun cocks]

[50 Cent:] Y'all ain't up in there?

[Young Buck:] The mothafuckas of the ceillin! [gun cocks]

[Whoo Kid] Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!

[Young Buck:] 'Ey Nigga! [gun cocks] Smoke some of that good shit, nigga.

[50 Cent:]

Haha! Ayo check this shit 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, nigga! 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 shit 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 faggot! 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 ass outta ya'self tryin' to stop me!

I'm cocky! Raps "Rocky", nigga you sloppy.

You know that I'm (YEAH!) - 8 levels above you nigga, (YEAH!)

I'll plug you nigga. - I never heard {OF YOU NIGGA!} (YEAH!)

Ugly nigga! (YEAH!) I'm the wrong one to provoke (YEAH!)

You rattin' on niggas 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. - FUCK most of these (PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM!)

They pop shit '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 bitch like she (QUEEN LATIFAAAAH!) {NON STOP!}

Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the (STREETSWEEPER!)

This shit 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 FUCK UUUS!}

I ain't here to drop knowledge {ON YOU SUCKAAAS!}

I'll sick Rottweiler's on {YOU FUCKAS}, 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 {NIGGAS 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!}

Niggas 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' FUCKED LIKE THE GAY RAPPER!}

I go the college on the tour, (TOUR!)

I'm goin' down in history nigga, {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) {FUCK!} You gon' have to {MURDER ME!}

Burglary, I'm leavin' witcha Nike's

White-T, 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 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 nigga playin' heater on my side.

Every night [shot] before I rest my head, I thank to Lord...