| You know what I mean? |
| Crazy Hood Productions
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| Beats in the Hood right here
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| We surviving
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| Dead Prez, Juvi, Trick, lets go
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| It’s called survival, only the strong can survive
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| You got to stay alive, you decide
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| If in doubt, cause if you doubt you die
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| First of all is step preservation
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| Gothless is deadly alienation
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| Long live the team, my dedication
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| Dead on arrival, fuck that
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| This survival
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| I’ve been a grown man since a young boy
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| At sixteen I got emancipated, what I say is the truth my nigga
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| What you said is exaggerated, here we go
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| See them all, what’s that with, what’s at it daddy
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| They still love us, they waiting on us
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| Some people start to get aggravated
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| All they want is their real shit and Imma give it to them
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| Them pussy niggas going hate it and tell you don’t listen to them
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| I knew that niggas like that, like week he was flipping burgers
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| Would you believe that same lil nigga right there wanna pull back twenty murders
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| I’m cutting up and this bitch, my swagger on baking soda
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| My clip is big, my strap is thick cause I hate reloading
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| I said am strap, and am strap now while I spit this verse
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| Killing all my beat and these bitch ass niggas don’t kill me first
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| Been in the storm but made it out
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| Stayed about it and never faded out
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| By the skin of my teeth in the belly of the beast
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| Niggas dying in the street just trying to get free
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| Survival is the minimum
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| If you gonna play the game lets win it then
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| If you in the club, throw in them Benjies man
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| Make it rain on the schools that I children at
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| See what we need is a revolution, am gonna give it to them
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| The empire is on fire, it’s bare room
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| You think you been through it, we just getting into it
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| You been this far, park up into a lighter fluid
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| Tic tic tic, poof, that’s what the truth did
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| We destroy, we tear it down and bless the ground
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| And then we build, sharpen our skills and start a hell
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| We can’t promise, ain’t no telling where we going go
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| It’s a movie homie, lights, camera, action, start the show
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| I’m riding clean, my pistol clean, my diet clean
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| My pedigree revolutionary with a gangster lean
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| I keep it trill, it’s fairly first over everything
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| Survival skills, this is a deadly game
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| I am strapped up, I ain’t worry man
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| It’s real talk if you know the language, get motivated
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| Born and raised, been cultivated
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| Everyday survival is an ultimatum
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| It’s overrated being broke and the struggle
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| We suppose to hate it
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| We’re underdogs at the bottom of the bottom
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| We suppose to make it but we so tenacious
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| Endangered species, what bitch we still in this
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| Survival mode, just write a code, tril business
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| They are so grand and they might drowning, modern day linchers
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| Gotta save yourself cause our survival is lighter than inches
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| I rather be riding round my dunk, heavy strap down my trunk
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| Then you be shot dead in the middle of the street, by one of you young chunks
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| Rather be doing time in jail, than serving life in hell
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| See you niggas ain’t my pills, from keffer kicking my drills
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| See am delegating and you sleep
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| Nigga sleep late and I won’t eat
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| But if i don’t eat, I’ll lose weight and I’ll be playing with my faith
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| I swear my right hand to god, ain’t praying for no problems
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| But if I don’t get what I came to get, am coming back again against the wall
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| See I ain’t taking no losses, and I ain’t sharing no hickes
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| And I ain’t studying you bitches, but I ain’t sparing you niggas
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| And I ain’t leaving no witness, no ain’t leaving no witness
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| I got machine guns and assault rifles and I came to handle my business |