Survival of the Spitters

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, I got 'em Kay Slay what's goodie, huh Harlem, thunder (G.U.N. Productions) [Verse 1] Look, Henny beef on the ave, bunch of loose cams (cams) When I reach in my bag, I use two hands (click-clack) Oh, your heaters are blast? Let them two's blam Only place you'll reach for the mag is at a new stare Henny beef on the ave, bunch of loose cams (cams) When I reach in my bag, I use two hands (click-clack) Oh, your heaters are blast? Let them two's blam Only place you'll reach for the mag is at a new stare (talk) Boy you caps lyin', it's a fact (fact) Hope a train hit you how you lyin' on the track (track) Lyin' in ya raps, fall from line you's a rat You get hit with so much caps you ain't gotta buy a hat And I don't make any threats I know a n[]a from the Jecks that will pay his respects (pow) Then come through the set when I say that you next Don't make me put some money on you like I'm placin' a bet Check, check Speaking of checks (cha-ching), the check cleared So you know I'm stuntin' (till' when?) from now and the next year Yeah, it's literally funny How a n[]a get to it like I'm pickin' on the money [Chorus] And Slay hit me on the Jack Sent the God on the mission It's Survival of the Spitters and I'm the newest edition And Slay hit me on the Jack Sent the God on the mission It's Survival of the Spitters and I'm the newest edition [Verse 2] Survival of the spitters I'm ridin' with them hitters This jungle is full of snakes so I'm riding with gorillas I done been through it, felt pain shed a few tears (yeah) The feds took 60 n[]as from my block in 2 years (that's real talk) Couldn't afford them sneakers that cost 150 (150) I was fucked up praying success come get me (come and get me) I hope the Bronx down now, feel like Pun with me (bx) I get chills doing 60 down the one whizzy NYC rep that shit forever Chanla and Kid wanna chip together (shit) Hope they can win it on the Knicks together In other words, to get a win you gotta stick together (we gotta stick together) Mistakes get repeated, these youngins don't ever learn It feel good to know I helped Obama win his second term (yeah) My back on my n[]as is what I'll never turn (never) Treat the blunt like USHER, fuck it, and let it burn [Chorus] And Slay hit me on the Jack Sent the God on the mission It's Survival of the Spitters and I'm the newest edition And Slay hit me on the Jack Sent the God on the mission It's Survival of the Spitters and I'm the newest edition [Verse 3] Uh, quit trying to act like you know bars When you know you cast Bruno Mars I'm shootin' for the stars So I'm killin' every rapper that's famous Bug 50 Cross Your Face is not for entertainment I leave you scrapped cause my doctors need patients My pockets need dollars and you lookin' like a bank It's a stickup, but you better get your ass down What goes around comes around So you gettin' yours now You stayed lovin' the bitch I stayed fuckin' the bitch You stayed huggin' the bitch I straight bust in your bitch I break bitches and lace bitches You ate bitches and paid bitches I'm straight dippin' with the [?] If I grab 100 grams and I put that shit in the kitchen 150 years the minimal that I'll be flippin' If you see me with a digital scalin' my expedition And I got a couple of pies that's in need of flippin' And Slay hit me on the Jack Sent the God on the mission It's Survival of the Spitters and I'm the newest edition Heard me on the last tape I'm me and [?] was spittin' Shit soundin' like the '90's had yo ass reminiscing When me and the beat collide, like a head-on collision Gettin' head in the ride, almost crashed while I'm whippin' You could download this joint somewhere on Def Piffin' Tune into the radio with Kay Slay, you should listen