Lloyd Banks Survival Lyrics

[Lloyd Banks]
So you say you a gangsta, riiight
Are you really a rider, yeeaa
You dont take s___ from no one, nooo
And got ya mind on ya m____fuckin dough, lets go

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
I'll be a South Side n____ 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, its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real, with pop artists appeal
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 n____ later
Im hood like b___etholes and p___y 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 p____ i cant 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 dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it, a n____ try me he wont see tomorrow

[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 cuz 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 n____
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 n____s food stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo
We dont tolerate the c___-blockin out the bricks
We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips
Watch ya mouth b____, 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 dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it, a n____ try me he wont see tomorrow

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
A n____ 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 f___ing Don
I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong
I dont cuddle, as soon as i get the nut im gone
Im in a class all by myself
I'll whoop ya a__ 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 s___ again
So this is for the corner they cornered a n____ in
I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by ya
And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter
n____ you stupid ridin by tryna blast me
Cuz 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 dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it, a n____ try me he wont see tomorrow

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