victory freestyle

Lyrics

, damn nigga, y'all way up that mothafucka!, we see y'all on top!, y'all ain't up in there?, the mothafuckas of the ceillin!, whoooooooooooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!, 'ey nigga! smoke some of that good shit, nigga. 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. aight!, auuuuhhh!, y'all know what the wins stand for. "victory"!, yeeeah! one, two!, rest in peace to b.i.g.!, rest in peace!, rest in peace to 'pac!, aight, nigga! put yo' freeze on!, check me out right here, yo?, {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 - 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 - 8 levels above you nigga, i'll plug 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. {smoooooooke!}, so the only thing left now, is tools for these, i got no friends. - fuck most of these, they pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards 'em up! >, while we lay around dollars, they lay around industry gangsters. {50 cent & young buck}:], i got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the, and who flip when i call a bitch like she {non stop!}, not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the, 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. top dollars to - 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, 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, 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, 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, {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, 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, 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 {floor!}, by now you prob'ly of me> -, {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! -, catch me on the boat -, heavy when i toke -, 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 layin' my vocals, yeah! -, thanks fans for havin' us!, love!, whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! ", they'll never take me alive, i'm gettin' high, southside nigga playin' heater on my side. every night before i rest my head, i thank to lord.