Lloyd Banks - Survival lyrics

[Lloyd Banks] So you say you a gangsta, riiight Are you really a rider, yeeaa You don't take sh** from no one, nooo And got ya mind on ya motherf**ing dough, let's go [Verse - Lloyd Banks] I'll be a South Side n***a 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, it's top dollar to chill I pop bottles for real, with pop artists that k** 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 n***a later I'm hood like bulletholes 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 p**y I can't 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 'round here, guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the paper you try it, a n***a try me he won't see tomorrow [Verse - Lloyd banks] I ain't even got a licence 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 gla** shopper I blow marijuana the color of gra** hopper I ain't a regular n***a All the promoters pay 100 more to bring ya boy to Singapore My dress code got the best hoes jumping on 'em Evisu's and Red Monkey with the monkey on 'em Shelves'll leave a n***as food stamps blue Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo We don't tolerate the co*k-blocking out the bricks We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips Watch ya mouth b**h, there's rocks popping out the wrists And my outfits, a eyestopper for the chicks [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 'round here, guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the paper you try it, a n***a try me he won't see tomorrow [Verse - Lloyd Banks] A n***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**ing 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 cla** 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** again So this is for the corner they cornered a n***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 n***a you stupid riding by tryna blast me Cuz my window got the gla** from a taxi [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 'round here, guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the paper you try it, a n***a try me he wont see tomorrow