TF - Survivor Series 95 lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn] Ayo Boom boom boom boom boom Ayo Ayo [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] After hour VLONE, you ain't on the sh*t I be on (You ain't on the sh*t I be on, uh-uh) Hundred round drum shoot that block up that you be on (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) You was playin' games, I was in that kitchen, kilos (Ah, whippin' kilos) I could get you killed, that's gon' cost me 'bout 10 Gs though (Boom boom boom boom, 'bout 10 Gs) Where you from? I be on the East Side of that B-lo (East side of that B-lo) Back [?] doors, neck lit up like its Reno (Neck lit up like it's Reno, ah) Big man, shotgun formation, Dan Marino (Dan Marino, ah) Free the guys, sh*t hurt my soul, they got the RICO (They got the RICO, ah) Margiela (Margiela), bricks cheap, I can mellow (I can mellow) Too many snitched on me, DA acapella (Ah, acapella) Griselda Records, we the nеw Roc-A-Fella (We the nеw Roc-A-Fella, ah) Extendo on the .40 but I like the chopper better (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot, like the chopper better) Prada (Prada, have your baby mama line you, ah) Go and see your kids, I be there, you gettin' shot up (Boom boom boom, you gettin' shot up) Yacky in that Jag, do a hundred, pourin' Wock' up (Skrrt, Wock' up) Out the '63, broad day, blocka, blocka (Blocka, blocka, blocka) [Verse 2: Jay Worthy] I got homies in the set, who ain't never seen the beach And I got homies rest in peace at the age of twenty-three Pete sakes, got us locked in Mindframe like it's boxed in Palace jacket match the army fatigue I chuck a P to the sky, for all my ni**as who 'ceased Street legend worldwide, really am who I be That's why I'm good in every section where they chuck up the B I hit the county mainline and really said where I'm from Travelled 'round the world and told these ni**as it's Blood Now I'm out in Buffalo, you see Westside Gunn You see Benny the Butch, you see Conway 'nem Gotta do it for the homies livin' life on the run P Worthy, where you been? I been stackin' my funds Still keep a b*tch down, baby girl, you the one 'Cause you done brought me the bread, you done copped me the whip You was with a ni**a then, ten toes on the strip Really rap what I live, so they know it's legit Used to keep a 8 Ball with my ho on the year Where you goin' Blood? We hangin' out, brang 'em out The old-school Chevys, big homies in the glass house Smash out, we sailin' down Bantro with our flags out Blabbermouth, ni**as better keep the hood out they mouth Or end up missin', nobody know your whereabouts Air 'em out, I head to DC eatin' carryouts Thuggin' with some ni**as outside of Wayne Perry house I did that, the homies did they sh*t when they slid back sh*t bracks, especially summertime in the hub west Big press, we talkin' fourth quart', this the Staples Centre ni**as got staples in they stomach where the bullets entered [Interlude: Jay Worthy & Larry June] Yeah, ni**a, P Worthy, ni**a Westside Worthy Bompton to Buffalo and all that, ni**a ni**as know what's happenin' though Gunn, I love you, Damu What's happenin'? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse 3: Larry June] Look, white tee (Man), wipin' off the shells for this G, man (Damn, numbers) Bruce Lee, transport the kicks in the caravan (Trap) Four tours hit the block (Man), ni**a, scram, tuck the blam (Uh) Five years old (Damn), when I seen my first crack deal (Numbers) Count two hundred thou' cash (Uh, damn), I got time to chill (Chill) If they search the whip (Damn), then it's ten for this thirty-six (Goddamn) Chances that we took (Uh), plus I had to- turn the tricks (Damn, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) fu*k it, mane, life's a b*tch, we just tryna get rich (Numbers, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I'm lookin' at the pain different (Man, for real) Go hard my ni**a, we still livin' (Damn, goddamn) I'm still strivin', still motivated (Man), I'm still him (I'm him) It's hard to hit a movin' target (Yeah), I calculate my steps (Uh, maneuver) You gotta understand this sh*t (Damn, sh*t), you gotta pay attention (Pay attention) And if you gotta put your hands on her, then you ain't pimpin' (Step it up) Got it out the mud (Good job, uh), I was rarely sleepin' (Uh, what else, Larry?) I never cried for the recognition (Chill, never), I went and got it (Chill) You ni**as pimpin', livin' with yo' mama (Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Lyin' to the b*tch (Lyin'), probably why the game watered (Bad job) Boy, stop it (Man), I'm big timin' (Yeah, big timin') Big chillin' (Numbers), lil' wylin' (Good job, haha, keep goin', Larry, numbers) New foreign (Yeah), with the title (Uh, title) This time I bought it (I bought it), I really like it (For real, I'ma keep this, hahaha, I like this) Fifty doin' donuts (Donuts), wrist cost a storefront (Storefront) Never had a tour bus (Tour bus), Uncle Larry sold what? (Sold what? What's happenin'?) [Verse 4: TF] Let's get this money, baby, we takin' risks all crazy I ain't had a diamond on this b*tch, but my wrist all crazy Full throttle, head first, like a kickoff, baby Send bullets, interceptions, you get picked off, maybe Foreign tires, I scraped 'em, yeah, I'm shinin' like greatness ni**as made it through hell, it's a blessing, I'm thankful Wait, let me get it poppin', ran through thousands, thousands Countin' for some hours, higher power, fu*k a money counter Sayonara, lemon slices with the calamari, I been goin' hard since R&R I ain't play it safe, I ain't make a statement, this the bottom line, you gotta play it raw Chop us up [?] play a love for life, five b*tches, all Lara Crofts I rob a ni**a if he don't lower the cost, gun flash like Mardi Gras Long nights, long flights, I been grindin' my whole life And I'ma keep grindin' until my wrist bustin' like strobe lights Killer [Outro]