Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Part of Survival, artist - RBL Posse.
Date of issue: 06.01.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Part of Survival |
I believe in dead |
They’re dead on arrival ‘cause in the projects it’s a part of survival |
That’s a problem, got a lot of reasons |
‘Cause like every day feels like drive-by season |
Prostitution and drug abusin' |
No wonder why my city is in so much confusion |
Then I thought about getting a job |
Oh, hell no, I’d rather roll with the hit squad |
And if you get the picture then frame it |
‘Cause Black C is constantly running game, bitch |
And that’s the way it’s gon' be |
When you’re growing up in the SFC |
And I tell this shit like it’s supposed to be told |
‘Cause I learned this game on Harbor Road |
And now the funk of the funkest |
So when it comes to shooting this gift, bitch, you know this |
So step with caution |
‘Cause niggas like playing the role of the boss and |
Big time players, but are squares, so niggas beware |
Black C is taking you through these motions |
And I’m going deeper than a muthafuckin' ocean |
So listen and take heed |
‘Cause it’s the way of survival in the SFC |
Back in my environment, you see niggas, bitches, and queers |
Whenever Church chills at the pier |
See unity—but now in Frisco, it’s straight violence, see |
You can’t go across town |
And if you do, don’t let your guard down |
Or better yet, don’t get caught slippin' |
‘Cause niggas my age is doing the peelin' |
That’s 18, with a gangsta lean |
I sell dope, ‘cause I never had dreams |
Or admirations |
But best believe, I’ll fuck your bitch in different ways and |
I’m just a knucklehead from the streets |
All I want is a mic and some of that funky ass beat |
With a bumpin' bassline |
And my ticket out the game is to write this sick rhyme |
To the white man, I’m an endangered species |
That’s why they always wanna search and seize me |
But if they don’t find nothin' they always wanna put somethin' |
To keep me jumpin' from place to place, from jail to jail |
And if I die, is it heaven or hell? |
And this shit got me fed up |
So Mr. Cee in the 9-deuce gotta keep his head up |
And since I’m Black, that makes me liable |
So I stay on the under, for a part of survival |
Black C, down with the RBL Posse |
For you hoes that wanna jock me |
I’m one nigga that come outta Frisco |
That don’t like pussy that smell like fish, so |
And pussy is one damn thing |
When I fuck, I make sure it’s clean |
That’s my job before I lay down wit’cha |
Before my dick’s gonna enter |
I’m gonna make sure it’s cool for the sex |
And I didn’t forget my lubricated latex |
Now it’s on, pussy is in place |
And my dick’s in her face |
Suck my dick so I can start strokin' |
And I don’t eat pussy ‘cause I ain’t from Oakland |
And sex is my very best |
‘Cause I’ll put that cock through the test |
Most niggas try to act real boldly |
And end it with as I die slowly |
I’ll have my jimmy on arrival |
It’s the only way of survival |
How you gon' say what you don’t know |
And lead where you don’t go? |
Can’t simp, for any hoe |
And you gotta be real when you living in Frisco |
That’s what an HP OG told me |
Plus, watch everyone that says they’re your homie |
And if you don’t you might get your cap peeled |
‘Cause all this turf shit got niggas actin' ill |
And for that girl that you call, that you’re caring |
Watch out ‘cause she and a nigga might be sharing |
So kick back and let my knowledge hit ya |
‘Cause if hate don’t kill ya, love’s gonna get’cha |
This shit is real |
So keep your ass out the game if you don’t know the deal |
Niggas keep slippin' on their own high |
And now they’re living like Tales from the Crackside |
It’s problems that we all face |
So have a clear head and keep away from the base |
Mind your own, that’s how I figured |
Shoot first and you won’t get smoked by a nigga |
A public message to you from Kyle |
Sharing a peace, or a part of survival |