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
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Artist：50 cent
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Songs Title：banks victory
F#AmB
Yo, yo we cant stay alive forever
D#mBBmEmA#
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
F#
Im high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
D#mBBmF#
G-unit move around wit them pounds and berretas
CG#BmGF#
Yea faggot, if I want it Im gon have it
EmCmE
Regardless if its handed to me or I gotta grab it
DEC#mDC#C#m
Dont make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
D
I'm c**ky, raps rocky, b***h you sloppy
DmD
You know that I'm 8 levels above you b***h
DmDDmD
I'll club you b***h, I never heard of you b***h, ugly b***h
Im the wrong one to provoke
DmD
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
BmB
They pop shit till we start approachin' these cowards
BmBBmBG#m
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
BBmE
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
BEmDmBm
And who flip when I call a b***h like she queen latifah
EBmBEm
Not all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
DmBBmB
This shit can get uglier than the master p sneaker
BmEmDBmG
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
BmBEDG
Soon as spring break hos home from college wanna **** us
BmF#mF#Em
I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckas
G#mBEB
I'll sick rottweilers on you niggas, cops followin' to cuff us
EDGB
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
BmA#B
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
Bm
Ima break before I lay floor berry
EmDGBmGm
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, b***h plaid ain't Burberry
FmA#FBEm
You cant tame lloyd, smokin by the big screen
BEA#Dm
You changin the channel looks like Im playin the game boy
BmEF#D#m
I know to watch botherin ya vision
D#EBmBEB
You reach and Ill put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
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Why party wit a pigeon?
BFF#mD
Im blowin a 10 cuz bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
DmBG#mEF#mD
Im in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
BmBG#mBEF#m
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
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Now every mornings a fast start
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And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark
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Run, move startin a wave
BmG#mBE
And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
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Im the young pimp pardon my age
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I dont got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
BEmG
Niggas find what club they at
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Take em wit us, and run a train on em like a subway mac
BmBE
Get advances from grey agra
DBmBBm
See these record labels got most artists gettin' ****ed like the gay rapper
EmDBmGEmB
I go the college on the tour
EmDBm
Im goin down in history B***h, next to wallace and shakur
BEmBBmBBmD
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
GBBmB
Cameras by the hamper that mine into the floor
GB
By now, you probably heard of me
F#mBBmBBm
Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a b***h, you gon have to murder me
EBmB
Burglary, Im leavin wit cha nikes bergendy, white t, bergendy
BmB
You match now, back down
EEmB
Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
DmDBmEEm
Catch me on the boat wit' shit smokin' and official gear
EBG#mBmE
Heavy when I toke, c notes from different years
G#mBD
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
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You aint rich, but we glad to snatch ya
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I send cars to crib like Im a cab dispatcha
F#DAmGBm
You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
BBm
You aint gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
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Its a damn shame yall still local
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Im in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
Em
B***h
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Still in the projects B***h, you aint goin nowhere
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You gon ****in' be there for the rest of yo mother****in' life
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And yo momma said, Im supposed to tell you somethin.....
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To encourage you, somethin positive
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Aight well I aint gon lie to you mutha****a, he aint goin nowhere
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Get yaself a beer, get on the ****in curve
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曲解析
《Banks Victory》調性為 B 小調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒激昂。主要和弦為 B、Bm、D、E。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強烈自我肯定與對抗意識，描繪街頭生存哲學與權力競逐的殘酷現實。
主題
生存競爭、權力爭奪、自我證明、街頭文化與反叛精神。
情緒
躁動、自信、敵意、無畏、戲謔與壓抑的焦慮。
意象與手法
運用槍枝（berretas）、金錢（cheddar）、奢侈品（prada, gucci）等符碼建構黑幫氛圍；透過「clubs」「subway mac」「carton of eggs」等意象 juxtapose 豪華與暴力；以「last rapper to scare niggas」等自誇語句強化個人形象。
重點句解讀
1. 「Im the wrong one to provoke」（我是惹不起的對象）
直接宣示自身威脅性，暗示對方的敵對行為將招致反噬，展現無畏的自我中心態度。
2. 「I'm cky, raps rocky, b*h you sloppy」（我狡猾、說唱銳利，你卻笨拙）
以粗俗語言強化對比，凸顯自身優勢與對手的無能，透過語言暴力鞏固權力關係。
3. 「You aint rich, but we glad to snatch ya」（你不富有，但我們樂於掠奪你）
揭露社會階層的掠奪本質，暗示弱肉強食的生存法則，並以「snatch」具體化侵略行為。
適合情境
深夜街頭遊蕩時聆聽、面對競爭壓力時自我激勵、或探討社會邊緣群體生存狀態的場合。
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首作品充斥著街頭幫派的張力，那股不留餘地的侵略性與對權力的渴望，透過節奏感強烈的語彙不斷堆疊，彷彿能看見一個人在困境中透過狠勁硬生生殺出一條血路。這不僅僅是關於財富與地盤的爭奪，更像是一種對命運的挑釁，聽著聽著，彷彿能嗅到那股水泥叢林裡混雜著煙硝與野心的氣息。
作為老樂迷，我常覺得這類作品最迷人的地方，在於它毫無保留的真實感。它沒有刻意修飾過的溫柔，只有對現狀的憤怒與對未來的絕對掌控。如果你正處於需要激勵、想把所有不順遂都拋諸腦後的時刻，這首歌那種強悍的節奏感，或許能成為你對抗低潮的武器。它提醒著我們，在殘酷的遊戲規則裡，唯有站穩腳步、保持清醒，才有可能掌握話語權。這是一首適合在深夜獨自駕駛、或是需要重整旗鼓時聽的歌，那種不妥協的態度，確實有著讓人熱血沸騰的魔力。
歌曲冷知識
・歌詞中運用大量的押韻技巧，將街頭生活與奢華品牌如普拉達與博柏利巧妙串聯，營造出強烈的對比感。
・以「花朵」與「鈔票」的意象對照，精準勾勒出幫派鬥爭中生命脆弱與金錢至上的冷酷現實。
・整首作品充滿攻擊性強的語氣，將街頭生存法則與個人野心結合，適合在需要強大心理建設或展現自我意志的時刻聆聽。
・結尾處以對話形式呈現，從饒舌轉為生活化的嘲諷，為整首充滿火藥味的歌曲增添了戲劇性的荒謬感。