Styles P - Survivor lyrics

{I told myself fuhgeddaboutit} {Mario, take it easy!} [Styles P] Yo, my n***a Poobs on the track I'm S.P. the Ghost We'd like to welcome you, motherf**er To this thing of ours Our life is complex n***a We the best in the worst position (Yeah, figure that out, hahaha) Get at me n***a Yo; I'm from a place where your man'll shoot ya Jails ganged out, but some n***as is neutral Coke price rise, watch sh** get crucial n***as think they Bishop and I don't mean Tutu Cause even when it's sunny it's cloudy They ain't gettin money so they bummy and rowdy Wanna k** you, you come through in your Audi sh** is like this from Yonkers to Mount V Some n***as'll count ki's, get knocked rat and bounce free What part of the game is a game without G's Drive through New York with a few blunts Tryin to get paid, they put a new car out every two months You can get popped if you want Come through the venue, you on the menu cause we on a food hunt Still lettin off my two pumps Dump reload, dump reload, f** is it you want? [Hook: Tre Williams] If you see what I see, or if you be where I'm from Then you know how hard it is, just to survive out here (it's so hard) If you see what I see, or if you be where I'm from Then you know how hard it is, just to survive out here [Styles P] Where I'm from ain't no f**in pretending Frontin like you rich, gettin hit for the pendant Clip look small then you better extend it I said you got money, now you gotta defend it n***as sell d** cause the fiends is dependant Sittin on the blocks 'til the cops come and end it Jungle is concrete and wild but I bow to Allah beat Some don't get to they car keys Hit from the P-2000 from them n***as in Mark 3's All I do is spark trees, bag and cart ki's Press on the uzi, bullets longer than sharpeis And I'm tryin to hit you where your head and your heart be What? [Hook] w/ ad libs [Styles P] I ain't got time to daydream (hell nah) Reppin my home, hold to the chrome, you the away team Catch me pullin off in the Celine Chick from Beijing, think about my n***as that's caged in Light blunts everywhere, any occasion Stash coke money in my checkings and savings Five blunts, two drinks just for the cravings I don't even duck when the weapons is waving I don't give a f**, I've accepted my way's end Styles didn't do it, I just gave it to David He don't give a f**, he'll co*k it and blaze it You just came home you get touched with the razors b**h it was all so simple Somethin real big pointed at yo' temple Coke and the cash, give up that info (where's it at) Be a smart man so, you can make it to yo' kinfolk [Hook] - 2X w/ ad libs {Forget about it Mario}