Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Survival, artist - TelaDate of issue: 20.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Survival |
| Hey, hey come here, bring yo ass over here right now |
| Put the money in this motherfuckin', FUCK THEM! |
| Just put the money in the got damn bag, just do what I say |
| Hey, hey show me them hands, ooh shit girl |
| GET WHAT I SAID GOT DAMN IT! |
| Keep showin' em' ooh shit girl |
| GOT DAMN IT DID YOU HEAR ME! |
| DON’T STOP, DON’T STOP! |
| I do get me some grain, ridin' me a Stang |
| Go inside this bank, decide to get em' for them thangs |
| That’s what had in mind, some nitro and some nines |
| Pipe bombs and napalm, shit you think I’m lyin' |
| As quickly as I flee them folks come to take it |
| Left my ass no choice but to go off and shake it |
| Shake it to the left, no no, shake it to the right |
| I’m gonna shake it to the left because they left my ass to die |
| Shit off in ya I cause that green I multiply |
| Allergic to that shit back in 1989 |
| When I sold that dope or that purple traded soap |
| All that bullshit for a highly ass rope |
| They make it for that soap, that’s all that she wrote |
| Broke kibbles to bits, brought my mom’s to pokes |
| I’m stuffin' bags possessed, my dope I will compress |
| Shit I would invest in some quakers on the cut |
| See most of the time I got my ass in |
| Then most the time I took the fuckin' ass end |
| Of the stinkin' paddle, beat my ass like a rattle |
| Snake because they fake, took a piss off in my shadow |
| An adult lesson, I couldn’t get no Wesson |
| I dropped down depressin' a broke nigga stressin' |
| Survival |
| Survival, in these streets |
| It’s killin' me here, we livin' on the hill |
| Next to a crazy motherfucker you can’t feel |
| That’s why I keep the four-four, the mask and the boat |
| Tey ass fuck with me, they ass cuttin' close |
| Like those on the eighty, say hoes weighty |
| Shit for me, niggas takin' half, I don’t play that |
| I want my cakes and eat it, the goods and delete it |
| This shit could be repeated but my ass just seem to meet it |
| Like winds through a pipe or candles to the night |
| Hoes to a pimp, or a Sphinx to a dyke |
| Call me what cha' like but I ain’t headin' bike |
| Except for twenty days and that was twenty nights |
| A fuckin' December that was thick as timber |
| Wolves and they tryin' to hit my rims as I deliver |
| Shit to keep me goin' hoes they keep throwin' |
| Monkey tools at my shoes, keep my toes swollen |
| Cause I just go on fast and niggas might blast |
| If I had some bullshit about who’s side is grass |
| So why you fuckin' cuttin' disrespectful askin' nothin' |
| Ain’t got shit to do but you wanna be doin' something |