Lyrics:
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Listen, this is what it takes to survive today
Use your eyes, to my niggaz that's ride with me
And you see that nigga P, be the storm quiet
I'm
my arm jerk
'Cause the work I put on your face is bound to make your mom hurt
And this one is for my Cali niggaz
Eastsiders, Ruff Ryders and you can
the facts
I got ward 25 is my block an run it
I keep getting high the sky is my limit
Lil boy um winning an um on a rise
I seen so many niggaz been telling
the proof
I got a bunch of Reggie Miller niggaz ready to shot
Get hauled off with the sawed off, he called Snoop
Tall, skinny, yippy, small nigga, turquoise
sound like ma$e
Listened to his tape, this lil' nigga used to sound like cake
Maybe I'm juss killin, maybe he juss snitchin
See a whole lot different when
must hate yourself
That’s truth and and honesty
Made it from the sandlot wit my niggaz
Told em stand by me
Now it’s back and forth overseas
Shit feel
Bitch I pop xans by the fistful
Turn Lil Yorkie to a pitbull
Bitch I pop xans by the fistful
Turn Lil Yorkie to a pitbull
Hol up hol up hol up hol
I tell lil shawty pipe down and take this pipe now
She knows that I come from Uptown we really up Now
She turning up my music high now she feeling
and FRESH IN THIS BITCH
Niggaz swear they number one in BITCH
WE FUCK IT TELL EM WINNERS LIL BITCH
You kno love me a skinny lil bitch but fuck I got me
bandanna
And I still got my jewels like my name is Santana
Look li'l' homie y'all really don't know me
Lookin' for the squad but see I'm by my lonely
[R. Kelly:]
Aye Uh huh
Uh Huh (Let's go ladies)
Lil Jon (Yeah)
Your Boy Kells
(Yeah)
[Mario:]
And Mario
[R. Kelly:]
This is for the Chocolate girls
by to say
To Southside niggaz that know me best, I was too trapped up in the basement, had mad hoes that wanted to fuck from my right to the left
But
paid by the hour aye
Swear tha hardest day was IV giving up the sour aye
I had no direction
College I had no attention
With my niggaz
Drinking hanging
shit round a petty hoe lil bihh ain't riding she in the rode
Cuz ain't no telling where I'm bout to go
I zero in like I needa scope
Niggaz pretending
is
(Uhh)
Survival of the fit
I gotta make it out this bitch
By any means (I mean)
I been grindin', been on my deen
Won't let any haters are
Don't hit my phone Talkin bullshit
Ain't wit the nonsense
I'm tryna ball bitch
Put this gas in a swisher
Let's get richer
I got my dawgs wit me
We
popped out
I seen it all
Niggaz stretched out by tha corner store
Life no more
Dont think small im getting focused
In tha crib writin rhymes while im
can't see me hang with
I got a new whip it's only right I lane switch
Dese niggaz local I commute on different plane trips
By any means I gotta get it
I love to rap but I don't like to talk
I ran the trap so I don't like to walk
Got too much drive I don't like to park
Shit on niggaz I don't like
a perc
I be chilling
Niggaz saying this n that but ain't standing on business
Send that bitch by her way
I'm not a ass kisser
Niggaz want stain to bang
I
about gettin' this money
I don't just dive in to what would be my end if I jump
The politics of this game
Niggaz be followin' names
They ride with who
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin' right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggas out here jack every night
I
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin' right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggas out here jack every night
I
and the Duchess
Leavin haters 'buked and on crutches
Niggaz you cannot touch this
It's a new collaboration of Thug Luv
between the Thug Queen and the Thug Lord
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