
Date of issue: 13.11.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
That's Survival |
Flat out the Addiction you heard me, yo yo yo |
You are now tuned into reality TV, live from New Orleans |
I’m gon take you home on this one, this for everybody |
From the 3rd to the 17th, I’m gon let em see what they never saw befo' |
The true gumbo, yeah feel me |
Shit I ain’t got nothing more to say, talk to em Fiend |
You said you loved me, no matter if they scatter if I’m half of right |
Dropped a whole clip in him, he won’t be back tonight |
Truth is, I ain’t gotta be the killer |
Lil' robbing the grenada, want the scrilla |
And he got a mask, and he got a gun |
And when he blast, he like to tell em where he from |
Louisiana swamp nigga, translate into a hot boy |
With a chopper in hand, will tell you what you’re not boy |
Bodies in the river, this ain’t new |
Just the highest murder rate, that we been through |
Pressure on the G, put the medal to the scene |
All adds up to pussy, gas pedals of a V |
The devil don’t want them souls, they too hot |
Whoever knew, I’d live to see the big coupe drop |
Take my girl, to the new mink shops |
Prada’s on my eyes, the cuff her what they blood shots |
Presidential like the pounds just lit, let the drama lift |
Give the cops unless they frowns, tell em that’s what a baby mama get |
You want money whole money, fuck slow money |
All this here by us, what the fuck is your money |
One brother from Jordan, one from 1−7 |
One from the St. Bernard, the other up in heaven |
I don’t give a fuck nigga, how hard you spit |
Can’t amount to my heart, this dope and this dick |
And if you don’t buy it, and they don’t try it |
Well I guess mo’fucker, I done found my nitch |
Coke cooking in pots, same gas put the brokers in yachts |
I’m the American dream, and if I’m not |
Well something in conflict, like political nonsense |
Number one head buster, with no conscience |
My woman asks, baby when you gon sleep |
In the same breath, asks me baby when we gon eat |
This rap shit’s slow, I ain’t saying I’m too good for a regular job |
I just don’t, have the regular prob’s |
So motherfuck the eyes, I got permanent lawyers in three major cities |
So by money, it’s some feel me nigga |
Name | Year |
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Ghetto Symphony (Feat. Mia X, Fiend, C-Murder, Silkk The Shocker, Mystikal And Goldie Loc) ft. Goldie Loc, Silkk The Shocker, Mia x | 1998 |
Woof! (Feat. Mystikal And Fiend) ft. Fiend, Mystikal | 2004 |
Gin And Juice II ft. Mystikal, Fiend | 2004 |
Woof! ft. Fiend, Mystikal | 2004 |
Make 'Em Say Uhh ft. Silkk The Shocker, Mia x, Fiend | 2006 |
Make 'Em Say Ugh ft. Silkk The Shocker, Mia x, Fiend | 2004 |
20 Dollars To My Name ft. Silkk The Shocker, Fiend, Soulja Slim | 1997 |
Stories ft. Oobie, Twista, Fiend | 2010 |
Duck & Run ft. Fiend | 2004 |
Blood, Sweat & Gears ft. Curren$y, Fiend | 2021 |
Shell Shocked ft. Fiend | 1998 |
Be All You Can Be ft. Fiend, Mo B. Dick, Silkk The Shocker | 1998 |
Tank Dogs ft. C-Murder, Fiend | 1998 |
What You Ride For? ft. Fiend, 8Ball, Yung Wun | 2000 |
Nobody Make a Sound ft. 241, Fiend, Mr. Magic | 1998 |
Midnight Drive ft. Curren$y, Fiend | 2017 |
Rock Bottom | 2001 |
Young Nigga ft. Fiend | 2014 |
Some South Shit ft. Ludacris, Yung Wun | 2001 |
We Don't Give A Fuck ft. Fiend | 2001 |