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"Survivor"


[Interlude: DJ Ideal]
STRAIGHT OFF THAT "ROTTEN APPLE"!
DJ IDEAL!
MY NIGGA, LLOYD BANK$!
Y'ALL KNOW THE TEAM, Y'ALL AIN'T EVEN LIKE G-UNIT!

[Intro:]
Yeah!
Uh!

[Bridge:]
So you say you a gangsta?! - Riiight?
Are you really a rider? - Yeeaah.
You don't take shit from no one! - Nooooo!
And got ya mind on ya muthafuckin' dough. - Let's go!

[Verse 1:]
Uh! - I'll be a SouthSide nigga 'till I rot!
Even though I got the yacht in the million dollar bot.
Superman armor on the '69 drop,
Out of every 70 rappers 69 flop. [scratches]

[Interlude: Lloyd Bank$]
This is DJ Ideal with Lloyd Bank$!
G-UNIT!

[Interlude: DJ Ideal]
C'mon, man!
NEW YORK CITY RIDE WITH IT...
FROM THE BOTTOM TO THE TOP!
THE FUCK I DO?!

[Intro:]
Yeah!
Uh!

[Bridge:]
So you say you a gangsta?! - Riiight?
Are you really a rider? - Yeeaah.
You don't take shit from no one! - Nooooo!
And got ya mind on ya muthafuckin' dough. - Let's go!

[Verse 1:]
Uh! - I'll be a SouthSide nigga 'till I rot!
Even though I got the yacht in the million dollar bot.
Superman armor on the '69 drop,
Out of every 70 rappers 69 flop.
I blowed a buck in the corner - just to get the feel,
So my headlights move when I move the steering wheel.
I ain't runnin' from nothing. - It's 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 bullet holes and pissy elevators.
I went from playin' the same block to Bangkok
Slick enough to get money between raindrops.
And my piece so heavy, I pop a chain a week (yeeaah!)
And get so much pussy I can't sleep. (uh!)

[Chorus:]
Poppa was a Rolling Stooone,
Never came back home, now I'm on my ooown.
So I had to learn a few things 'bout surviiival,
Like the ice pick done off the bottom.
If you scared, don't come 'round here! ('round here!)
Guns ammunition don't run out here! (out here!)
As soon you get the paper you tryy it, (try it!)
A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrooow.

[Verse 2:]
I ain't even got a license yet. - And got 7 cars, yep!
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett.
A brand new buzz, Mack-10 and a choppa
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 ya boy to Singapore.
My dress code got the best hoes jumpin' 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 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, bitch! - There's rocks poppin' out the wrists
And my outfits (yeah!) - a eyestopper for the chicks. (uh!)

[Chorus:]
Poppa was a Rolling Stooone,
Never came back home, now I'm on my ooown.
So I had to learn a few things 'bout surviiival,
Like the ice pick done off the bottom.
If you scared, don't come 'round here! ('round here!)
Guns ammunition don't run out here! (out here!)
As soon you get the paper you tryy it, (try it!)
A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrooow.

[Verse 3:]
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 fuckin' 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 ya ass all by myself;
Ha! - I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum,
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones.
I been patiently waitin' 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 (yeah!)
Cause my window got the glass from a taxi. (uh!)

[Chorus:]
Poppa was a Rolling Stooone,
Never came back home, now I'm on my ooown.
So I had to learn a few things 'bout surviiival,
Like the ice pick done off the bottom.
If you scared, don't come 'round here! ('round here!)
Guns ammunition don't run out here! (out here!)
As soon you get the paper you tryy it, (try it!)
A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrooow. [beat stops]

[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for these lyrics]

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