Lloyd Banks - Survival Lyrics

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[Lloyd Banks]

So you say you a gangsta riiight

Are you really a rider yeeaa

You don't take shit from no one nooo

And got ya mind on ya muthafuckin dough lets go

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]

I'll be a South Side nigga till i rot

Even tho 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 aint runnin from nothing it's top dollar to chill

I pop bottles for real with pop artists that kill

I move 2 mill my backyard is a field

I aint tough for the tube I'll smack yall for real

Go 'head hate on me now you'll miss a nigga later

Im hood like butterholes and pissy elevators

I went from playin 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 pussy i can't sleep

[Chorus]

Poppa was a rolling stone never came back home now Im 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 nigga try me he wont see tomorrow

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[Verse - Lloyd banks]

I aint even got a liscence 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 'cause Eminem is my partner

Im a Ferrari and Jag copper you a glass shopper

I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper

I aint a regular nigga

All the promoters pay 100 more to bring ya boy to Singapore

My dress code got the best hoes jumpin on em

Evisu's and Red Monkey with the monkey on em

Shelves'll leave a niggas food stamps blue

Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo

We don't tolerate the cock-blockin out the bricks

We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips

Watch ya mouth bitch there's rocks poppin out the wrists

And my outfits a eyestopper for the chicks

[Chorus]

Poppa was a rolling stone never came back home now Im 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 nigga try me he wont see tomorrow

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]

A nigga 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 Im a fucking Don

I burn big everyday nothing but the bong

I don't cuddle as soon as i get the nut im gone

Im in a class all by myself

I'll whoop ya ass 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 shit again

So this is for the corner they cornered a nigga in

I wish you would try jump me I'll wave the gat by ya

And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter

Nigga you stupid ridin by tryna blast me

'cause my window got the glass from a taxi

[Chorus]

Poppa was a rolling stone never came back home now Im 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 nigga try me he wont see tomorrow

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