Survival
(专辑: Rotten Apple - 2006)
So you say you a
gangsta, right Are you really a
rider, yeah You don't take shit from no one, no And got your mind on your muthafucking dough; let's go I'll be a
South Side nigga 'til I
rot Even though I
got the
yacht and a
million-dollar bop Superman armor on the
'69 drop Out of every 70 rappers, 69 flop I
blew buck and a
quarter, just to get the
feel So my headlights move when I
move the
steering wheel I
ain't running from nothing, its top dollar to chill I
pop bottles for real, with pop artist appeal I
move 2
mil, my backyard is a
field I
ain't tough for the
tube; I'll smack y'all for real Go 'head, hate on me now; you'll miss a
nigga later I'm hood like bullet holes and pissy elevators I
went from playing the
same block to Bangkok Slick enough to get money between raindrops And my piece so heavy I
pop a
chain a
week And get so much pussy I
can't sleep Poppa was a
rolling stone Never came back home now I'm on my own So I
had to learn a
few things bout survival Like the
ice pick, gun, or the
Bible If you scared don't come around here Guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the
paper you try it A
nigga try me he won't see tomorrow I
ain't even got a
license yet and got 7
cars, yep TV the
same size as Kevin Garnett A
brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a
chopper White fan base cause Eminem is my partner I'm a
Ferrari and Jag copper, you a
glass shopper I
blow marijuana the
color of grass hopper I
ain't a
regular nigga All the
promoters pay 100 more to bring your boy to Singapore My dress code got the
best hoes jumping on 'em Evizu's and Red Monkeys with the
monkey on 'em Shelves'll leave a
niggas food stamps blue Like a
full tube of acid in your shampoo We don't tolerate the
cock blocking out the
bricks We got fif's with the
cop stoppers in the
clips Watch your mouth bitch, there's rocks popping out the
wrists And my outfits, a
eye stopper for the
chicks Poppa was a
rolling stone Never came back home now I'm on my own So I
had to learn a
few things bout survival Like the
ice pick, gun, or the
Bible If you scared don't come around here Guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the
paper you try it A
nigga try me he won't see tomorrow A
nigga throw his hands up at me, I
send a
dummy harmed And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm Pick up a
shell, that'll be his lucky charm I
got a
chunky arm, I'm a
fucking Don I
burn big everyday, nothing but the
bong I
don't cuddle, as soon as I
get the
nut I'm gone I'm in a
class all by myself I'll whoop your ass all by myself I
got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones I
been patiently waiting to get on my shit again So this is for the
corner they cornered a
nigga in I
wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the
gat by you And burn your eyelashes off like a
crack lighter Nigga you stupid riding by trying to blast me Cause my window got the
glass from a
taxi Poppa was a
rolling stone Never came back home now I'm on my own So I
had to learn a
few things bout survival Like the
ice pick, gun, or the
Bible If you scared don't come around here Guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the
paper you try it A
nigga try me he won't see tomorrow