Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Only the Strong Survive, artist - Mr. Criminal. Album song Video Bangers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.07.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hi Power
Song language: English
Only the Strong Survive |
Damn, another year gone by. |
Homies still locked up, couple homies resting |
In peace, you know what I mean? |
Born and raised through out the Southern California side |
Raised in the streets by Gs, always had a sense of pride |
Used to being a hand knock, breaking into pad locks |
Smoking a drinking a little bit to wash away my bathed eyes |
This was the life for me, bought to a society |
The homies I came up with had a common orderiety |
Breaking them laws, a problem with them my society |
My father didn’t want me, understand why momma lied to me |
They say that God blesses a child that holds his own |
I didn’t know it, but I felt it when I held my chrome |
Feeling alone, feeling I got the world to roam |
And it’s hard to stay clean, when thieves surround your home |
Growing up hard dammit, bruised, tatted, an scarred |
My home away from home was concrete and bars |
Living the fast life, need to stop before I crash |
Easy come easy go, living life chasing cash |
I take a look up in the sky, heavy hearted feelin stressed out |
Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out |
These are the trials and tribulations that a criminal was facin |
So I guess I gotta face it |
I take a look up in the sky, heavy hearted feelin stressed out |
Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out |
These are the life and times, ducking felonies, crooked cops |
And crimes, cause only the strong survive |
Beat another case fresh out in 98 |
Did a year of some change, but I ain’t changed I ain’t straight |
Got an attitude that’s worst, still connect with my turf |
Pack a little.25, or 2 clips under my shirt |
Put some weed in diffrent sacs, hit the streets an go to work |
Haha, that’s the way we put in work |
That was right before the homie, Shy, got shot in the face |
Around the same time, my homie started takin trips out state |
Like Huey, tried and convicted as an adult |
Homies striking out for slanging dope, an pistols assault |
That was the rap shit, way before the rap shit started |
Homies out on the mission, blastin hittin they targets |
It was us against them, fuck the world if we had to |
I remember when the homie Skills gave my first tattoo |
Rest in peace dawg, God bless your family an all |
I guess someones gotta answer whenever Heaven calls |
I take a look up in the sky, heavy hearted feelin stressed out |
Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out |
These are the trials and tribulations that a criminal was facin |
So I guess I gotta face it |
I take a look up in the sky, heavy hearted feelin stressed out |
Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out |
These are the life and times, ducking felonies, crooked cops |
And crimes, cause only the strong survive |
Now years later in the rap game, shit ain’t changed |
Besides a little bit of fame, shit I still live the same |
Got a lot to lose, so now I stay in my lane |
But still I stay connected to the homies that bang |
Ask about me from the rap game, streets, an the system |
Haters wanted some drama, then this heat’s what I give them |
One of the homies grew a rat, there’s no way to forgive him |
No excuse, you know the rules to this life that we livin |
An it’s sad but I got the paper work to prove it |
Mention my name in shit I ain’t had shit to do with |
Gettin other homies caught up, dragging good names down |
I wish I could see you now, you fuckin bitch ass clown |
Smile on the day they catch you, let those lips run now |
Cooperating with huras, so look what you got now |
You never know who to trust… |
Turn your back on them snakes, look wat they do to us |
I take a look up in the sky, heavy hearted feelin stressed out |
Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out |
These are the trials and tribulations that a criminal was facin |
So I guess I gotta face it |
I take a look up in the sky, heavy hearted feelin stressed out |
Take a hit of the chronic, blow my breath out |
These are the life and times, ducking felonies, crooked cops |
And crimes, cause only the strong survive |
A moment for the homies who are resting in peace |
Too the homies in the prison cells |
Hope to see you soon homies |