Lyrics Survival - Lloyd Banks
(Lloyd
Banks)
So
you
say
you
a
gangsta,
riiight
Are
you
really
a
rider,
yeeaa
You
dont
take
shit
from
no
one,
nooo
And
got
ya
mind
on
ya
muthaf**kin
dough,
lets
go
(Verse
- Lloyd
Banks)
I'll
be
a
South
Side
nigga
till
i
rot
Even
tho
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
aint
runnin
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
aint
tough
for
the
tube,
I'll
smack
yall
for
real
Go
'head
hate
on
me
now,
you'll
miss
a
nigga
later
Im
hood
like
butterholes
and
pissy
elevators
I
went
from
playin
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
Im
on
my
own
So
i
had
to
learn
a
few
things
bout
survival,
Like
the
ice
pick
done
off
the
bottom
If
you
scared
dont
come
'round
here,
guns
ammunition
dont
run
out
here
As
soon
you
get
the
paper
you
try
it,
a
nigga
try
me
he
wont
see
tomorrow
(Verse
- Lloyd
banks)
I
aint
even
got
a
liscence
yet
and
got
7 cars,
yep
TV
the
same
size
as
Kevin
Garnett
A
brand
new
buzz,
Mac
10
and
a
choppa
White
fan
base
'cause
Eminem
is
my
partner
Im
a
Ferrari
and
Jag
copper,
you
a
glass
shopper
I
blow
marijuana
the
color
of
grass
hopper
I
aint
a
regular
nigga
All
the
promoters
pay
100
more
to
bring
ya
boy
to
Singapore
My
dress
code
got
the
best
hoes
jumpin
on
em
Evisu's
and
Red
Monkey
with
the
monkey
on
em
Shelves'll
leave
a
niggas
food
stamps
blue
Like
a
full
tube
of
acid
in
ya
shampoo
We
dont
tolerate
the
cock-blockin
out
the
bricks
We
got
fif's
with
the
cop
stoppers
in
the
clips
Watch
ya
mouth
bitch,
there's
rocks
poppin
out
the
wrists
And
my
outfits,
a
eyestopper
for
the
chicks
(Chorus)
Poppa
was
a
rolling
stone,
never
came
back
home
now
Im
on
my
own
So
i
had
to
learn
a
few
things
bout
survival,
Like
the
ice
pick
done
off
the
bottom
If
you
scared
dont
come
'round
here,
guns
ammunition
dont
run
out
here
As
soon
you
get
the
paper
you
try
it,
a
nigga
try
me
he
wont
see
tomorrow
(Verse
- Lloyd
Banks)
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,
Im
a
f**king
Don
I
burn
big
everyday,
nothing
but
the
bong
I
dont
cuddle,
as
soon
as
i
get
the
nut
im
gone
Im
in
a
class
all
by
myself
I'll
whoop
ya
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
ya
And
burn
ya
eyelashes
off
like
a
crack
lighter
Nigga
you
stupid
ridin
by
tryna
blast
me
'Cause
my
window
got
the
glass
from
a
taxi
(Chorus)
Poppa
was
a
rolling
stone,
never
came
back
home
now
Im
on
my
own
So
i
had
to
learn
a
few
things
bout
survival,
Like
the
ice
pick
done
off
the
bottom
If
you
scared
dont
come
'round
here,
guns
ammunition
dont
run
out
here
As
soon
you
get
the
paper
you
try
it,
a
nigga
try
me
he
wont
see
tomorrow
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