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lirik lagu tela - survival

[- people screaming in background -]

hey, hey come here, bring yo -ss over here right now
put the money in this motherf-ckin’, f-ck them!
just put the money in the got d-mn bag, just do what i say
hey, hey show me them hands, ooh sh-t girl
get what i said got d-mn it!
keep showin’ em’ ooh sh-t girl
got d-mn it did you hear me! don’t stop, don’t stop!

[verse 1]
i do get me some grain, ridin’ me a stang
go inside this bank, decide to get em’ for them thangs
that’s what had in mind, some nitro and some nines
pipe bombs and napalm, sh-t you think i’m lyin’
as quickly as i flee them folks come to take it
left my -ss no choice but to go off and shake it
shake it to the left, no no, shake it to the right
i’m gonna shake it to the left because they left my -ss to die
sh-t off in ya i cause that green i multiply
allergic to that sh-t back in 1989
when i sold that dope or that purple traded soap
all that bullsh-t for a highly -ss rope
they make it for that soap, that’s all that she wrote
broke kibbles to bits, brought my mom’s to pokes
i’m stuffin’ bags possessed, my dope i will compress
sh-t i would invest in some quakers on the cut
see most of the time i got my -ss in
then most the time i took the f-ckin’ -ss end
of the stinkin’ paddle, beat my -ss like a rattle
snake because they fake, took a p-ss off in my shadow
an adult lesson, i couldn’t get no wesson
i dropped down depressin’ a broke n-gg- stressin’

[hook (x3) with various ad-libs]
survival
survival, in these streets

[verse 2]
it’s killin’ me here, we livin’ on the hill
next to a crazy motherf-cker you can’t feel
that’s why i keep the four-four, the mask and the boat
tey -ss f-ck with me, they -ss cuttin’ close
like those on the eighty, say hoes weighty
sh-t for me, n-gg-s takin’ half, i don’t play that
i want my cakes and eat it, the goods and delete it
this sh-t could be repeated but my -ss just seem to meet it
like winds through a pipe or candles to the night
hoes to a pimp, or a sphinx to a dyk-
call me what cha’ like but i ain’t headin’ bike
except for twenty days and that was twenty nights
a f-ckin’ december that was thick as timber
wolves and they tryin’ to hit my rims as i deliver
sh-t to keep me goin’ hoes they keep throwin’
monkey tools at my shoes, keep my toes swollen
cause i just go on fast and n-gg-s might blast
if i had some bullsh-t about who’s side is gr-ss
so why you f-ckin’ cuttin’ disrespectful askin’ nothin’
ain’t got sh-t to do but you wanna be doin’ something

[hook (to end) with various ad-libs]

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