Artist：50 cent
Songs Title：banks victory
Yo, yo we cant stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
Im high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-unit move around wit them pounds and berretas
Yea faggot, if I want it Im gon have it
Regardless if its handed to me or I gotta grab it
Dont make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm c**ky, raps rocky, b***h you sloppy
You know that I'm 8 levels above you b***h
I'll club you b***h, I never heard of you b***h, ugly b***h
Im the wrong one to provoke
You rattin' on niggas is only gonna leave you smoked
So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, **** most of these cowards
They pop shit till we start approachin' 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 b***h like she queen latifah
Not all the vehicles 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 hos home from college wanna **** us
I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweilers on you niggas, cops followin' to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
Ima break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, b***h plaid ain't Burberry
You cant tame lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like Im playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and Ill put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
Im blowin a 10 cuz bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
Im in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every mornings a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz 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
Im the young pimp pardon my age
I dont 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' ****ed like the gay rapper
I go the college on the tour
Im goin down in history B***h, next to wallace and shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Cameras by the hamper that mine into the floor
By now, you probably heard of me
Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a b***h, you gon have to murder me
Burglary, Im leavin wit cha nikes 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' shit smokin' and official gear
Heavy when I toke, c notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You aint rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like Im a cab dispatcha
You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
You aint gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
Its a damn shame yall still local
Im in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
B***h
Still in the projects B***h, you aint goin nowhere
You gon ****in' be there for the rest of yo mother****in' life
And yo momma said, Im supposed to tell you somethin.....
To encourage you, somethin positive
Aight well I aint gon lie to you mutha****a, he aint goin nowhere
Get yaself a beer, get on the ****in curve
****in dirtbag
Banks Victory - 虎二
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[00:00.94]Artist：50 cent
[00:02.31]Songs Title：banks victory
[00:14.63]Yo, yo we cant stay alive forever
[00:15.94]So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
[00:19.07]Im high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
[00:21.82]G-unit move around wit them pounds and berretas
[00:24.19]Yea faggot, if I want it Im gon have it
[00:27.07]Regardless if its handed to me or I gotta grab it
[00:29.69]Dont make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
[00:32.26]I'm c**ky, raps rocky, b***h you sloppy
[00:33.69]You know that I'm 8 levels above you b***h
[00:36.13]I'll club you b***h, I never heard of you b***h, ugly b***h
[00:38.57]Im the wrong one to provoke
[00:42.57]You rattin' on niggas is only gonna leave you smoked
[00:45.32]So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
[00:47.63]I got no friends, **** most of these cowards
[00:49.69]They pop shit till we start approachin' these cowards
[00:52.13]While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
[00:55.76]I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
[00:58.13]And who flip when I call a b***h like she queen latifah
[01:00.88]Not all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
[01:03.34]This shit can get uglier than the master p sneaker
[01:05.74]We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
[01:08.37]Soon as spring break hos home from college wanna **** us
[01:11.07]I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckas
[01:13.45]I'll sick rottweilers on you niggas, cops followin' to cuff us
[01:16.07]Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
[01:19.13]When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
[01:21.76]Ima break before I lay floor berry
[01:23.82]Besides, every rapper ain't a star, b***h plaid ain't Burberry
[01:26.69]You cant tame lloyd, smokin by the big screen
[01:29.51]You changin the channel looks like Im playin the game boy
[01:32.14]I know to watch botherin ya vision
[01:34.13]You reach and Ill put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
[01:37.07]Why party wit a pigeon?
[01:38.82]Im blowin a 10 cuz bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
[01:41.32]Im in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
[01:45.07]I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
[01:47.88]Now every mornings a fast start
[01:49.82]And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark
[01:52.26]Run, move startin a wave
[01:55.39]And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
[01:57.76]Im the young pimp pardon my age
[02:00.59]I dont got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
[02:03.51]Niggas find what club they at
[02:04.82]Take em wit us, and run a train on em like a subway mac
[02:08.57]Get advances from grey agra
[02:10.38]See these record labels got most artists gettin' ****ed like the gay rapper
[02:12.93]I go the college on the tour
[02:16.06]Im goin down in history B***h, next to wallace and shakur
[02:18.30]I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
[02:21.31]Cameras by the hamper that mine into the floor
[02:24.50]By now, you probably heard of me
[02:26.62]Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a b***h, you gon have to murder me
[02:29.87]Burglary, Im leavin wit cha nikes bergendy, white t, bergendy
[02:32.01]You match now, back down
[02:35.38]Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
[02:37.57]Catch me on the boat wit' shit smokin' and official gear
[02:40.51]Heavy when I toke, c notes from different years
[02:42.89]Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
[02:45.64]You aint rich, but we glad to snatch ya
[02:47.95]I send cars to crib like Im a cab dispatcha
[02:50.64]You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
[02:53.13]You aint gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
[02:55.95]Its a damn shame yall still local
[02:58.37]Im in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
[03:00.93]B***h
[03:01.24]Still in the projects B***h, you aint goin nowhere
[03:05.24]You gon ****in' be there for the rest of yo mother****in' life
[03:09.68]And yo momma said, Im supposed to tell you somethin.....
[03:13.68]To encourage you, somethin positive
[03:17.80]Aight well I aint gon lie to you mutha****a, he aint goin nowhere
[03:22.68]Get yaself a beer, get on the ****in curve
[03:25.49]****in dirtbag
移調 原調
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Artist：50 cent
A#AmGAmG#AmG#mG#A#BmGmAmDmG#mDG#mBGCmFmC#mEmDBmE
Songs Title：banks victory
GmB
Yo, yo we cant stay alive forever
FAmG#mG#D#mG#mA#
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
D#G#mGmG#Cm
Im high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
AmG#BGmDA#m
G-unit move around wit them pounds and berretas
G#GDD#DAm
Yea faggot, if I want it Im gon have it
DF#mCmEm
Regardless if its handed to me or I gotta grab it
GGmD#GmC#B
Dont make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
D#FG#m
I'm c**ky, raps rocky, b***h you sloppy
EmG#mEA#
You know that I'm 8 levels above you b***h
DmGmC#G#mAm
I'll club you b***h, I never heard of you b***h, ugly b***h
AAmGAmEmA#GmBmD
Im the wrong one to provoke
G#mCmD#AmG#m
You rattin' on niggas is only gonna leave you smoked
C#EC#D
So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
G#mA#Am
I got no friends, **** most of these cowards
GmD
They pop shit till we start approachin' these cowards
GmG#CmG#BAmE
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
FGmD#AmG#m
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
ED#D#mAmCm
And who flip when I call a b***h like she queen latifah
DFDG#mF
Not all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
GBD#mDmB
This shit can get uglier than the master p sneaker
CmG#EmC#mA
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
FGmCmFD#B
Soon as spring break hos home from college wanna **** us
G#FA#D#G#m
I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckas
CmAmD#DmE
I'll sick rottweilers on you niggas, cops followin' to cuff us
FG#mDmD#A#GmAm
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
G#CmG#AmA#mF
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
AmG#EmG#m
Ima break before I lay floor berry
FAmDD#G#Fm
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, b***h plaid ain't Burberry
AmG#mG#GmC#Am
You cant tame lloyd, smokin by the big screen
G#mD#D#mC#D#m
You changin the channel looks like Im playin the game boy
GCFmEFm
I know to watch botherin ya vision
G#mAmGDFGm
You reach and Ill put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
G#mGmED
Why party wit a pigeon?
EmD#G#GmD#
Im blowin a 10 cuz bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
G#mAmA#mG#mGFAmFm
Im in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
AG#mA#mF#mAmG#
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
CmG#BG#m
Now every mornings a fast start
GmA#mG#mD
And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark
GC#DGC#BF
Run, move startin a wave
CmD#mCmC#m
And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
BmCA#mEmCm
Im the young pimp pardon my age
FmA#GmG#mDBm
I dont got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
FmGmDm
Niggas find what club they at
AmDmAmBmCmGCm
Take em wit us, and run a train on em like a subway mac
C#mCGBm
Get advances from grey agra
FG#mCmG
See these record labels got most artists gettin' ****ed like the gay rapper
BmC#G#DAmGm
I go the college on the tour
DmA#DAmE
Im goin down in history B***h, next to wallace and shakur
GCAmF
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
G#mG#AAmF
Cameras by the hamper that mine into the floor
G#mGmBmG#m
By now, you probably heard of me
A#mG#G#mBDG#mE
Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a b***h, you gon have to murder me
FD#EA#
Burglary, Im leavin wit cha nikes bergendy, white t, bergendy
DmG#G#mAmFAm
You match now, back down
FCG#DmD#
Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
FmGmG#mFG#E
Catch me on the boat wit' shit smokin' and official gear
CmDBm
Heavy when I toke, c notes from different years
G#mEmFmDmGmA
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
A#mAmD#EA
You aint rich, but we glad to snatch ya
BG#DBG#
I send cars to crib like Im a cab dispatcha
C#DmF#mF#GmAm
You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
DmGmDmFF#
You aint gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
DDmAED
Its a damn shame yall still local
AmEFDG#
Im in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
B***h
FEA#GF
Still in the projects B***h, you aint goin nowhere
BCmFmF#mFGmAmDEF#
You gon ****in' be there for the rest of yo mother****in' life
GmD#D#mFAF#mFDm
And yo momma said, Im supposed to tell you somethin.....
A#mAC#AmG#mF#mFEG#G#m
To encourage you, somethin positive
G
Aight well I aint gon lie to you mutha****a, he aint goin nowhere
Get yaself a beer, get on the ****in curve
****in dirtbag
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曲解析
《Banks Victory》調性為 A 小調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒激昂。主要和弦為 Am、G#m、F、G#。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
透過強硬語氣與街頭符碼，詮釋生存競爭中的自我肯定與權力掙扎。
主題
街頭文化中的生存遊戲、個人主義與對抗權威的態度。
情緒
激烈、攻勢性、帶有自負與無畏的壓迫感。
意象與手法
運用武器（霰彈槍、羅特威爾犬）、奢侈品牌（Prada、Gucci）、街頭幫派符號（G-Unit）等元素， juxtapose 貧富對比與權力象徵，強化生存戰鬥的現實感。
重點句解讀
「Yo, yo we cant stay alive forever」：承認生命無常，但選擇與敵人共同面對終局，凸顯街頭文化的兄弟情誼與宿命感。
「I'm the wrong one to provoke」：以自負語氣宣示自身不可挑戰的威脅性，反映街頭生存的優勝劣汰邏輯。
「Im the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack」：將自身定位為繼承者，透過歷史比較強化個人地位與說唱實力。
適合情境
面對競爭壓力時的自我激勵、街頭文化氛圍的沉浸、或對抗社會結構的憤怒宣洩。
魔鏡站長解析
站長私房短評：打動人的地方、適合什麼時刻聽（產生後永久保存）。
歌曲冷知識
AI 依歌詞整理 3-4 點有趣觀察（產生後永久保存）。