Survival (Album Version (Explicit))

So you say you a gangsta, right Are you really a rider, yea You don't take shit from no one, no And got your mind on your motherfuckin' dough, lets go I'll be a South Side nigga till I rot Even though I got the yacht in the million dollar bot Superman armor on the '69 drop 0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop I blowed a buck in the corner, just to get the feel My head light smooth when I move the steering wheel I ain't running from nothing, its top dollar to chill I pop bottles for real, with pop artists that kill I move 2 mill, 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 butter holes and pissy elevators I went from playing the same block to Bangkok So I can get money between raindrops And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week And get so much pussy I cant sleep [Chorus] 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 done off the bottom 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 wont 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 Elvis's and Red Monkey 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus]