Slice Tee - Survival lyrics

[* People screaming in background *] Hey, hey come here, bring yo a** over here right now Put the money in this motherf**in', fu*k THEM! Just put the money in the got damn bag, just do what I say Hey, hey show me them hands, ooh sh** girl GET WHAT I SAID GOT DAMN IT! Keep showin' em' ooh sh** girl GOT DAMN IT DID YOU HEAR ME! DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP! [Verse 1] I do get me some grain, ridin' me a Stang Go inside this bank, decide to get em' for them thangs That's what had in mind, some nitro and some nines Pipe bombs and napalm, sh** you think I'm lyin' As quickly as I flee them folks come to take it Left my a** no choice but to go off and shake it Shake it to the left, no no, shake it to the right I'm gonna shake it to the left because they left my a** to die sh** off in ya I cause that green I multiply Allergic to that sh** back in 1989 When I sold that dope or that purple traded soap All that bullsh** for a highly a** rope They make it for that soap, that's all that she wrote Broke kibbles to bits , brought my mom's to pokes I'm stuffin' bags possessed, my dope I will compress sh** I would invest in some quakers on the cut See most of the time I got my a** in Then most the time I took the f**in' a** end Of the stinkin' paddle, beat my a** like a rattle Snake because they fake, took a piss off in my shadow An adult lesson, I couldn't get no Wesson I dropped down depressin' a broke n***a stressin' [Hook (x3) with various ad-libs] Survival Survival, in these streets [Verse 2] It's k**in' me here, we livin' on the hill Next to a crazy motherf**er you can't feel That's why I keep the four-four, the mask and the boat Tey a** f** with me, they a** cuttin' close Like those on the eighty, say hoes weighty sh** for me, n***as takin' half, I don't play that I want my cakes and eat it, the goods and delete it This sh** could be repeated but my a** just seem to meet it Like winds through a pipe or candles to the night Hoes to a pimp, or a Sphinx to a dyke Call me what cha' like but I ain't headin' bike Except for twenty days and that was twenty nights A f**in' December that was thick as timber Wolves and they tryin' to hit my rims as I deliver sh** to keep me goin' hoes they keep throwin' Monkey tools at my shoes, keep my toes swollen Cause I just go on fast and n***as might blast If I had some bullsh** about who's side is gra** So why you f**in' cuttin' disrespectful askin' nothin' Ain't got sh** to do but you wanna be doin' something [Hook (to end) with various ad-libs]