Survival-America

So you say you a gangsta, riiight Are you really a rider, yeeaa You don't take sh*t from no one, nooo And got ya mind on ya muthaf**kin dough, lets go I'll be a South Side ni**a 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 BLEW A BUCK & A QUARTER, just to get the feel SO my head lights move when i move the steering wheel I ain't GUNNIN FOR nothing, its top dollar to chill I pop bottles for real, with pop artists appeal I move 2 mill, my backyard is a field I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack yall for real Go 'head hate on me now, you'll miss a ni**a later I'm hood like BULLETHOLES 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 p**sy 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 BOTTLE If you scared don't come 'round here, guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the paper you try it, a ni**a try me he won't see tomorrow I ain't 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 cuz Eminem is my partner I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper I blow m*******a the color of grass hopper I ain't a regular ni**a All the promoters pay 100 OR more to bring ya boy to Singapore My dress code got the best hoes jumpin on em Evisu's and Red Monkey's with the monkey on em Shelves'll leave a niggas food stamps blue Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo We don't tolerate the cock-blockin out the bricks We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips Watch ya mouth b**ch, there's rocks poppin out the wrists And my outfits, a eyestopper 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 BOTTLE If you scared don't come 'round here, guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the paper you try it, a ni**a try me he won't see tomorrow A ni**a 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 f**king Don I burn big everyday, nothing but the BOMB 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 ya a** 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 sh*t again So this is for the corner they cornered a ni**a in I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by ya And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter Ni**a you stupid ridin by tryna blast me Cuz my WINDOWS 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 BOTTLE If you scared don't come 'round here, guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the paper you try it, a ni**a try me he won't see tomorrow