| So you say you a gangsta, riiight
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| Are you really a rider, yeeaa
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| You dont take shit from no one, nooo
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| And got ya mind on ya muthafuckin dough, lets go
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| I’ll be a South Side nigga till i rot
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| Even tho i got the yacht in the million dollar bot
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| Superman armor on the '69 drop
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| 0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop
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| i blowed a buck in the corner, just to get the feel
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| My head light smooth when i move the steering wheel
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| I aint runnin from nothing, its top dollar to chill
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| I pop bottles for real, with pop artists that kill
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| I move 2 mill, my backyard is a field
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| I aint tough for the tube, I’ll smack yall for real
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| Go 'head hate on me now, you’ll miss a nigga later
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| Im hood like butterholes and pissy elevators
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| I went from playin the same block to Bangkok
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| So i can get money between raindrops
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| And my piece so heavy i pop a chain a week
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| And get so much pussy i cant sleep
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| Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own
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| So i had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick done off the
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| bottom
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| If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here
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| As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he wont see tomorrow
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| I aint even got a liscence yet and got 7 cars, yep
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| TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
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| A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a choppa
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| White fan base cuz Eminem is my partner
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| Im a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper
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| I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper
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| I aint a regular nigga
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| All the promoters pay 100 more to bring ya boy to Singapore
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| My dress code got the best hoes jumpin on em Evisu’s and Red Monkey with the monkey on em Shelves’ll leave a niggas food stamps blue
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| Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo
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| We dont tolerate the cock-blockin out the bricks
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| We got fif’s with the cop stoppers in the clips
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| Watch ya mouth bitch, there’s rocks poppin out the wrists
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| And my outfits, a eyestopper for the chicks
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| Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own
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| So i had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick done off the
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| bottom
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| If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here
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| As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he wont see tomorrow
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| A nigga throw his hands up at me, i send a dummy harmed
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| And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
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| Pick up a shell, that’ll be his lucky charm
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| I got a chunky arm, Im a fucking Don
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| I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong
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| I dont cuddle, as soon as i get the nut im gone
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| Im in a class all by myself
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| I’ll whoop ya ass all by myself
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| I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
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| Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
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| I been patiently waiting to get on my shit again
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| So this is for the corner they cornered a nigga in I wish you would try jump me, I’ll wave the gat by ya And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter
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| Nigga you stupid ridin by tryna blast me Cuz my window got the glass from a taxi
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| Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own
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| So i had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick done off the
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| bottom
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| If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here
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| As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he wont see tomorrow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Survival , by - Lloyd Banks. Song from the album Rotten Apple, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп