Survivor – D-block – letras

{I told myself fuhgeddaboutit}{Mario, take it easy!}[Styles P:]Yo, my nigga Poobs on the trackI’m S.P. the GhostWe’d like to welcome you, motherfuckerTo this thing of oursOur life is complex niggaWe the best in the worst position(Yeah, figure that out, hahaha)Get at me niggaYo; I’m from a place where your man’ll shoot yaJails ganged out, but some niggaz is neutralCoke price rise, watch shit get crucialNiggaz think they Bishop and I don’t mean TutuCause even when it’s sunny it’s cloudyThey ain’t gettin money so they bummy and rowdyWanna kill you, you come through in your AudiShit is like this from Yonkers to Mount VSome niggaz’ll count ki’s, get knocked rat and bounce freeWhat part of the game is a game without G’sDrive through New York with a few bluntsTryin to get paid, they put a new car out every two monthsYou can get popped if you wantCome through the venue, you on the menu cause we on a food huntStill lettin off my two pumpsDump reload, dump reload, fuck is it you want?[Chorus: Tre Williams]If you see what I see, or if you be where I’m fromThen you know how hard it is, just to survive out here (it’s so hard)If you see what I see, or if you be where I’m fromThen you know how hard it is, just to survive out here[Styles P:]Where I’m from ain’t no fuckin pretendingFrontin like you rich, gettin hit for the pendantClip look small then you better extend itI said you got money, now you gotta defend itNiggaz sell drugs cause the fiends is dependantSittin on the blocks ’til the cops come and end itJungle is concrete and wild but I bow to Allah beatSome don’t get to they car keysHit from the P-2000 from them niggaz in Mark 3’sAll I do is spark trees, bag and cart ki’sPress on the uzi, bullets longer than sharpeisAnd I’m tryin to hit you where your head and your heart beWhat?[Chorus: w/ ad libs][Styles P:]I ain’t got time to daydream (hell nah)Reppin my home, hold to the chrome, you the away teamCatch me pullin off in the CelineChick from Beijing, think about my niggaz that’s caged inLight blunts everywhere, any occasionStash coke money in my checkings and savingsFive blunts, two drinks just for the cravingsI don’t even duck when the weapons is wavingI don’t give a fuck, I’ve accepted my way’s endStyles didn’t do it, I just gave it to DavidHe don’t give a fuck, he’ll cock it and blaze itYou just came home you get touched with the razorsBitch it was all so simpleSomethin real big pointed at yo’ templeCoke and the cash, give up that info (where’s it at)Be a smart man so, you can make it to yo’ kinfolk[Chorus x2: w/ ad libs]{Forget about it Mario}