Banks Victory
50 Cent And Lloyd Banks Lyrics


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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

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 want to 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 'cause 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 ain't problem gettin dressed 'cause 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 official gear
Heavy when I toke, see 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

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

Overall Meaning

In the song "Banks Victory," 50 Cent and Lloyd Banks rap about the realities of the street life and how they have to live and die together. They discuss their drug use, their money, and their violent tendencies. They assert their dominance over their enemies and assert that they are not to be messed with.


The song starts with 50 Cent saying that they can't stay alive forever and if shit hits the fan, they might as well die together. He brags about his wealth, drug use, and violent tendencies, saying that he can have whatever he wants, whether it's handed to him or he has to grab it. Banks also joins in with similar brags, saying that he's the last rapper to scare people since Craig Mack.


The two rappers seem to be enjoying their status as powerful and respected in the streets, but they also acknowledge the danger that comes with their lifestyle. They talk about ratting and how it will only lead to one's death, emphasizing that there is no room for trust or friendship in their world. The song's closing lines are a message to those who are still stuck in the projects, telling them that they will always be stuck there and that there is no hope for escape.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
We won't live forever, so we might as well be willing to die for each other and what we believe in.


So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
If things go wrong, we shouldn't abandon each other and rather we should be ready to go down together.


I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
I'm really high, richer than before, and acquiring more wealth.


G-Unit move around wit them pounds and beretta's
We move around with guns and are always prepared to use them if necessary.


Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
I'm very determined and if I desire something, I'll get it by any means necessary.


Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
I'm not afraid to take what I want, even if I have to be forceful to do so.


Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
Don't try to get in my way and embarrass yourself in the process.


I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
I'm very self-confident, my raps are fierce, and you're untalented and sloppy.


You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'm way better than you in every imaginable way.


I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'll beat you senseless, I don't even know who you are, and you're unattractive.


I'm the wrong one to provoke
Don't mess with me because I won't back down.


You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
If you snitch, you're putting yourself in danger.


So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
Our enemies are cowards, and we need to arm ourselves to protect against them.


I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
I don't trust anyone and most people are weak and untrustworthy.


They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards
People talk a big game until we confront them in person.


While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
We're making a lot of money while our enemies are dying.


I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
I have a woman who is part of the gang and gets angry and high.


And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
She gets upset and confrontational when I call her a woman like she's a strong and powerful female rapper.


Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
Some of our cars aren't big enough to hide our weapons properly.


This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
Things can get really chaotic and messy.


We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
We're driving through the chaos with expensive shoes.


Soon as spring break ho's home from college want to fuck us
As soon as college girls are on spring break, they want to have sex with us.


I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'm not trying to give advice to our enemies.


I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
I'll have dogs attack you and police will be after us.


Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
We have a lot of money to deal with our problems.


When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'm making so much money that it affects people's spirits.


I'ma break before I lay floor berry
I'd rather die than be beat down and humiliated.


Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
Not every rapper is successful or a superstar, and wearing plaid doesn't make you fashionable.


You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You can't control me, and I'm smoking weed while watching movies.


You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
You're distracting me by changing the TV channel like I'm a child playing a handheld game console.


I know to watch botherin ya vision
I'm aware of what's blocking your view.


You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
If you try to touch me, I'll shoot you and make it look like it's for your religion.


Why party wit a pigeon?
Why hang out with someone so unimportant?


I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm smoking a lot of weed to deal with the fact that the president is promoting parties in prison.


I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm wearing a stylish, expensive Gucci vest.


I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
I'm the last rapper to intimidate people since Craig Mack's hit song "Flava in Ya Ear."


Now every morning's a fast start
I'm always busy and busy in the mornings.


And there ain't problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
I have a lot of clothes to choose from, so it's not difficult to get dressed.


Run, move startin a wave
Our actions are causing a lot of noise and commotion.


And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
We shoot our enemies and leave them with a lot of bullet shells in their mouths.


I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I'm a young man and charismatic like a pimp, please excuse me for my age.


I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
If I had long hair, my girlfriend would be braiding it.


Niggas find what club they at
Our enemies better find out which club we're at.


Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
We'll kidnap our enemies, and have sex with them in a line or train-like fashion.


Get advances from grey agra
We're getting large amounts of money from record labels.


See these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
Most record labels are taking advantage of their artists like a rapist would.


I go the college on the tour
I'm successful enough to perform at colleges.


I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I'm becoming so famous that I'll be remembered with other famous rappers like Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac Shakur.


I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
I take care of my weapons and keep them clean and ready to use.


Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
I have cameras hidden in my home to keep an eye on everything.


By now, you probably heard of me
You've likely heard of me by now because of my fame.


Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
I just came out of surgery and I'm still flashy and stylish. If you want to hurt me, you'll have to kill me.


Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
I'm committing a robbery and taking your Nike shoes and white shirt.


You match now, back down
You're wearing the same color as your shoes and shirt, so you should back off.


Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
People love to hate you when you're around, but love you when you leave or die.


Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
You'll find me on a boat smoking weed and wearing expensive clothing.


Heavy when I toke, see notes from different years
When I smoke a lot of weed, I can see into different times of my life.


Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
I'm rich enough to wear a robe all day and have a remote control to lift up chairs.


You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
You're not wealthy, but we're happy to rob you.


I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
I'm sending expensive cars to people's homes like I'm a car service.


You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
You're better off with your unintelligent friends and trying to find a car to drive.


You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
You're only getting a big portion of French fries from a fast food restaurant.


It's a damn shame y'all still local
It's a shame that you're only known in your local area and not nationally.


I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
I'm recording my music in a very expensive studio.




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@PhilDaBank

Fun fact : Lloyd banks recorded this in a cage
With lions.
They respected him

@matthewcarl82

🀣🀣🀣

@primetime78664

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@SKND_CBK

Forreal, good oneπŸ’―πŸ€£πŸ’―

@Johns1082

Phil Bigord Rite! lol fuckin' guy is a beast on the freestyle mic!

@kingejiro

Facts my G. You can feel Lloyd’s hunger on this one.

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@user-yw2rd9fh1w

36 and all I can say is that I'm happy I was around for the golden ages of rap like this. Constantly new material being drop and a majority was πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

@johnwellman2161

Bro same here. Whoa. Just turned 37 and this is better than ever. Much love

@sno0pRz

same bro

@granddad6689

Banks wordplay, scheme, multisyllabic structure and imagery is underrated.

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