Victory Freestyle Video (MV)

[Coin drops]
[Ovation]

[Intro:]
[50 Cent:] Damn nigga, y'all way up that mothaf*cka!
[Lloyd Bank$:] We see y'all on top! [2 gun cocks]
[50 Cent:] Y'all ain't up in there?
[Young Buck:] The mothaf*ckas of the ceillin! [gun cocks]
[Whoo Kid] Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
[Young Buck:] 'Ey Nigga! [gun cocks] Smoke some of that good shit, nigga.
[50 Cent:]
Haha! Ayo check this shit out y'all! Before I get outta here right...
I want y'all to put the "We York" for me one time.
[Young Buck:] Aight!
[Crowd] AUUUUHHH! [screams]
[50 Cent:] Y'all know what the wins stand for... "Victory"! [beat starts]
[Biggie:] Yeeeah! One, Two!
[50 Cent:] Rest In Peace to B.I.G.!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Rest In Peace!
[50 Cent:] Rest In Peace to 'Pac!
[Young Buck:] Aight, nigga! Put yo' freeze on!
[Biggie:] Check me out right here, yo?

[50 Cent (Lloyd Bank$) {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 (YEAH!) - 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 (YEAH!) - 8 levels above you nigga, (YEAH!)
I'll plug you nigga. - I never heard {OF YOU NIGGA!} (YEAH!)
Ugly nigga! (YEAH!) I'm the wrong one to provoke (YEAH!)
You rattin' on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke. {SMOOOOOOOKE!}
So the only thing left now, is tools for these (PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM UP!)
I got no friends. - F*CK most of these (PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM!)
They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards 'EM UP! >
While we lay around dollars, they lay around industry gangsters. [shot]

[Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent) {50 Cent & Young Buck}:]
I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the (REEFER!)
And who flip when I call a bitch like she (QUEEN LATIFAAAAH!) {NON STOP!}
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the (STREETSWEEPER!)
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 F*CK UUUS!}
I ain't here to drop knowledge {ON YOU SUCKAAAS!}
I'll sick Rottweiler's on {YOU F*CKAS}, cops followin' to (CUFF US).
Top dollars to (DISCUSS THIS) - 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 (BESIDES)
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 (PRISON!)
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 (FAST START)
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 (MOUTH), {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 (CLUB THEY AT!)
Take 'em with' us! (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' F*CKED LIKE THE GAY RAPPER!}
I go the college on the tour, (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 (HAMPERS, THAT MINE INTO THE) {FLOOR!}
By now you prob'ly OF ME> (YEAH!) - (Bank$ & 50: FRESH OUTT)
(Bank$ & 50: FLASHY AS A) {F*CK!} 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! - (BUT LOVE YOU WHEN YOU DISAPPEAR!)
Catch me on the boat - (WIT' WEED SMOKE AND FISHIN' GEAR!)
Heavy when I toke - (C 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 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 (STUDIO) layin' my vocals, YEAH! -

[Outro:]
[50 Cent:] Thanks FANS for havin' us!
[Young Buck:] LOVE!

[Ovation]
[Screams]
[Coin drops]
[Music starts playin' the next song's beat]

[DJ Whoo Kid:]
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! ˝

[Lloyd Bank$:]
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high
SouthSide nigga playin' heater on my side.
Every night [shot] before I rest my head, I thank to Lord...