M. Ferguson - Surviving In The Desert lyrics

Intro Surviving in the Desert War, blocks, hood, cops Marquee, New York City Surviving in the Desert Q, N, S Surviving in the Desert Nature, Prince Poet Kyo Itachi , Shinigamie Surviving in the Desert NuBIrth Yea, get it in Surviving in the Desert Get right Verse 1 (Marquee) Five boroughs to the east Survive famine or feast Desert rock fitted's low Camo, constructions, white tees Cops parole the beats Profile, clamor and creep Say the crime rate decreased Still every corner's a reef Consequences is steep Somebody getting knocked as we speak Criminalizing mystique Outside the climate is heat Get it popping play for keeps Nobody too hard to reach Cold blooded arrangements Exchange fire for peace Let it out It's like they get some type of Rush on release Right to Crowe's funeral home To put away the deceased Ghosts of South Road Shore ave, 150th Street Cycle repeats team Southside To Rockaway Beach Back and forth project to project It's ricochet beef Wall to wall liquor stores, salons Ten dollar boutiques Barber shops, Bodegas Big ups to Yemins and Sikhs No eye witness accounts News reporters Die when they speak Chorus Surviving in the Desert (Q.N.S that's where I'm from) Surviving in the Desert (Camofloge fatigues built to battle these streets) Pop off you know it's real Surviving in the Desert (Street celebrities carry on gangsta legacies) Surviving in the Desert It's on we hold the steel Verse 2 (Prince Po) Yo Catch, run and kiss Tag, skellly to hop scotch Stick ball, pop-a-wheelies Double-dutch and blocked shots Sick handle, wicked cross over And dumb hops But what happened a lot Is the fun stopped from the gun shots But it's signs of no improvement Dope and coke is moving Then came the Crack Era Woah, who would've knew it? Number holes already fluent Sam tried to rob them OG'S And got shot in Queens They call that straight music Moving keys like chick corea on piano And not like these new n***as That be singing in soprano We don't even snitch on enemies Boo Harvey handle Southside early named a dirty Cop Rambo 40 P, Baisley, Lefrak to the Hammels Ocean Ville, QB Ravenswood All animal The biggest borough, thorough Check the Status Prince Po, Nature, MARQUEE n***a get at us Chorus Verse 3 (Nature) Ah, yo What happened to the family Tight knitted community Spending all the money On weed, belts and j**elry Trying to f**ing all of these girls That went to school with me Trying to shoot all of these dudes That wasn't cool with me And it don't matter who your cousin Or your brother was I nominated myself the hood govenor If you ain't come from this dirt Then you ain't one of us Can't ride on this bus You can't run with us Especially if the rents too high Baby daddy left only see him two times Birthdays and Christmas Put it on your calendar Daddy got a young girl Really doesn't matter though Ass so fat It remind me of a cantaloupe Gotta sell Crack Got me living like a animal Trying to survive up in the jungle Gotta master the art of war Sun Tzu Chorus Verse 4 (Prince Po) Queens get the money n***as shake for cash Catch you on the back streets Make you part of the trash f**ing up consignment Thinking it's sweet, hold that Told me you got me this week Call that a throw back Chinese food Slinging crills in the rain Hugging the block Smoking sour for the pain Gotta a whip but don't trip I f**ing with the E train OG'S pa** the j**els And it's never in vein Verse 5 (Marquee) Too many legends to name Carved our spot in the grain We could leave right now And the rep still remain Neighborhood folklore Gangsters, territorial coke wars Crack fame, drug lords In the grave or the up north Rappers so lyrical It touches your body spiritual Minute you hear it you feel it's Nothing you could compare it to Home of the bad honeys From B.A.P.S t o snow bunnies Queens synonymous to fly Good living and long money Chorus