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
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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
AmACmC
Artist：50 cent
FmGGmBmGBmEmBmAGAmFBmA#D#mCmCEmC
Songs Title：banks victory
FmBmG
Yo, yo we cant stay alive forever
DGA#EG
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
C#mAG#ED#EF#m
Im high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
ABFAmA#D
G-unit move around wit them pounds and berretas
CG#GEmGmCAm
Yea faggot, if I want it Im gon have it
EEmCmEG#m
Regardless if its handed to me or I gotta grab it
DAmFEmD
Dont make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
AmDm
I'm c**ky, raps rocky, b***h you sloppy
FF#mAmAFmF#F
You know that I'm 8 levels above you b***h
C
I'll club you b***h, I never heard of you b***h, ugly b***h
EmGmD#GG#mGAm
Im the wrong one to provoke
EAAm
You rattin' on niggas is only gonna leave you smoked
FGFm
So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
GCCmD#Am
I got no friends, **** most of these cowards
DmF
They pop shit till we start approachin' these cowards
BmAmAFAmC
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
AmEmG
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
BmD#DmGDmG#mAm
And who flip when I call a b***h like she queen latifah
DmFDmD
Not all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
CEAmAG
This shit can get uglier than the master p sneaker
BmDmFA#BmF
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
AmD#GmD#
Soon as spring break hos home from college wanna **** us
GmA#mD#mF#mFm
I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckas
GmA#mA#CFmG#mGm
I'll sick rottweilers on you niggas, cops followin' to cuff us
AmFmGECG#EmAm
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
A#AmFAmFG#m
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
GmGGmCmG#m
Ima break before I lay floor berry
GGmD#GCm
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, b***h plaid ain't Burberry
GC#mDmF#GAmD#
You cant tame lloyd, smokin by the big screen
F#mADD#m
You changin the channel looks like Im playin the game boy
G#mG#GmD#m
I know to watch botherin ya vision
F#C#DmC#F#mCG#
You reach and Ill put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
GmA#mF#B
Why party wit a pigeon?
AmGmCmAmG#m
Im blowin a 10 cuz bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
GBCmEmC#mCmG#mD#m
Im in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
F#C#
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
AmCmAF#B
Now every mornings a fast start
BmF#mA#D#mGm
And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark
D#mG#C#mG#mC#mG#mG#C#
Run, move startin a wave
F#F
And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
F#G#BmF#CDAFm
Im the young pimp pardon my age
G#m
I dont got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
A#A#mG#mGm
Niggas find what club they at
F#mF#BmFmA#mG#mAA#mF#m
Take em wit us, and run a train on em like a subway mac
DmF#mGB
Get advances from grey agra
GG#mGmG#mC#mECm
See these record labels got most artists gettin' ****ed like the gay rapper
G#mD#G#mAG#mF#B
I go the college on the tour
F#ABBmBG
Im goin down in history B***h, next to wallace and shakur
BF#mBG#mBmC#
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
EC#mEC#mF#A#G#m
Cameras by the hamper that mine into the floor
C#GBF#mCm
By now, you probably heard of me
D#mF#GmFGmF#DGmC#
Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a b***h, you gon have to murder me
DA#DF#G#m
Burglary, Im leavin wit cha nikes bergendy, white t, bergendy
F#mG#AA#Dm
You match now, back down
A#mG#F#mF#BF#
Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
F#mFmBEF#mA#mBm
Catch me on the boat wit' shit smokin' and official gear
F#mA#mF#mEA#Am
Heavy when I toke, c notes from different years
G#EGmGF#G#mA
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
G#mA#G#mGmCF#m
You aint rich, but we glad to snatch ya
C#C#m
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
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AI 從音訊辨識的主旋律（以 A 調為 1，數字上下點為高低八度）。為自動估計、個別音可能有誤，僅供哼唱抓調參考，非正式樂譜。彈唱請看「和弦」分頁。
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曲解析
《Banks Victory》調性為 A 小調、速度約每分鐘 161 拍、整體情緒激昂。主要和弦為 G、Am、G#m、Gm。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強烈語氣宣示自我存在與權力，描繪街頭生存的殘酷與不屈態度。
主題
聚焦街頭文化中的權力競逐、生存鬥爭與自我肯定，展現對抗命運與敵對勢力的決心。
情緒
充滿侵略性與自信的狂傲，夾雜對命運的無懼與對敵人的蔑視，情緒激烈且具爆發力。
意象與手法
運用槍枝（berretas）、奢侈品（prada、gucci）、街頭符碼（projects、subway mac）等意象，結合直接對話與誇張比喻（如「8 levels above you」），強化權力對比與生存張力。
重點句解讀
1. 「Yo, yo we cant stay alive forever」
原文直譯「嘿，我們不可能永遠活著」
解析開篇點明生命無常，為後續「寧願共赴黃泉」的決絕態度鋪墊，凸顯街頭文化的宿命感。
2. 「I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack」
原文直譯「自Craig Mack以來，我是最後一個嚇到黑人的說唱歌手」
解析以歷史性比較強調自身地位，暗示自身實力與威懾力，並呼應街頭文化中的傳承與競爭。
3. 「Still in the projects B*h, you aint goin nowhere」
原文直譯「仍處在貧民窟，你永遠無法離開」
解析揭露社會結構的壓迫，同時以自嘲口吻反轉處境，將貧民窟定位轉化為力量來源。
適合情境
適合於需要激勵自我、面對競爭壓力，或沉浸於街頭文化氛圍時聆聽，亦可作為表達反叛精神的語境載體。
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）。