LLOYD BANKS LYRICS - Survival

"Survival"



[Lloyd Banks]

So you say you a gangsta, right

Are you really a rider, yeah

You don't take shit from no one, no

And got ya mind on ya motherfucking dough, let's go



[Verse - Lloyd Banks]

I'll be a South Side nigga till I rot

Even though 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

So my head lights move when I move the steering wheel

I ain't running 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 ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack you all for real

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

I'm hood like bulletholes and pissy elevators

I went from playing the same block to Bangkok

Slick enough to get money between raindrops

And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week

And get so much pussy I can't sleep



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Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now I'm on my own

So I had to learn a few things bout survival, like the ice pick gun or the bible

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 won't see tomorrow



[Verse - Lloyd banks]

I ain't even got a licence yet and got 7 cars, yep

TV the same size as Kevin Garnett

A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a chopper

White fan base cause Eminem is my partner

I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper

I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper

I ain't a regular nigga

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

My dress code got the best hoes jumping 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-blocking out the bricks

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

Watch ya mouth bitch, there's rocks popping out the wrists

And my outfits, a eyestopper for the chicks



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[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, I'm a fucking Don

I burn big everyday, nothing but the bomb

I don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone

I'm 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 riding by tryna blast me

Cause my window got the glass from a taxi



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