Survivor

Lyrics

[Intro] There are a lot of lessons in my life Never shoot a large calibur man with a small calibur bullet Drive all kinds of trucks, 2x's, 4x's, 6x's What up? Those big mother fuckers that bend and go "chuuh chuuh" when you step on the brakes Anything left worth doing is worth overdoing Moderation's for cowards I'm a lover, I'm a fighter I'm a U.D.T. diver D-Block! A wine, dine, and intertwine and sneak out the backdoor when the refueling is done So if you're feeling froggy then you better jump Yeah 'Cause this frogman's been there, done that and is going back for more Cheers, boys Syeah Dayzel [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Filthy, ain't I? Innocent but born a thug (Sorry) My society place priority on a drug (Yeah!) Half a kilos, nervous lookin' out the peephole (Who dat?) Project buildings, buzzin' the wrong niggas in Thirty-eight revolver hopin' I ain't have to touch it (Damn) Toilet seat up hopin' I don't have to flush it Brown liquor, pocket full of big bills (Jyeah!) T-H-C in the triple stick, bitch nigga You now listenin' to a rich nigga And still I let the hammer off (Uh huh) Law, he couldn't beat it, my niggas is up North Higher than a muh'fucka You ain't wit' her no more? I might have to fuck her (Hah) I'm sorry in the mornin', nigga But you wasn't really my nigga (Nah) Diamonds in [?] Jet lag, I just landed in Laguardia (Woooo) Talk shit, my niggas is gon' body ya [Verse 2: Jadakiss] One call, shooters comin' in a hurry for me (Yup) I ain't trippin', hatin' come in with the terrority Put niggas in the ground, get 'em buried for me When you accustomed to winnin', then it's forever glory (Woo) Yeah, nobody could cover for me (Nah) If you ain't used to gettin' money, that's another story (Yeah) Niggas goin' back and forth tryna tug-of-war me (Haha) I'm turned on by the drama, the love? It'll bore me (Love) My heart pours out to those that suffer before me (Yes) Long as it ain't broke, give a fuck what'chu call me (Fuck it) All I'm doin' is livin', how the fuck could you fault me? Bitches is lovin' the nigga, these suckas is salty (Ahh) Yeah, the difference is green Plus, they see you jumpin' in and out of different machines Forty with the hallows or either the fifth with the beam L-O-X, y'all niggas know we just a different regime What? [Verse 3: Styles P] Sunday to Sunday, I'm prayin' to make one day Came from the hood but the nigga be on the runway Headed to the money, you know the ticket is one-way I don't want a problem, if I do, gunplay These the last days, roaches in the ash tray High-speed chases, life in the fast lane Weed laced with wax, Cadillacs with gattlings Debo kilos, fractions to factions (You know) Rhythm hunter, I'm prob'ly lookin' for action (What up?) [?], Jacksons, shit-load of them Franklins (Shit-loads) I ain't got a gun and I bet'chu I sneak the shank in (I bet'cha) Five star General, lift your ass in the rankings (Five star) And I don't want beef, I'm a vegan (Haha) Gimmie a reason to point to who I'm leavin' (Point 'em out) I show these rap niggas a heathen (I show 'em) They don't know the half, I laugh when I'm squeezin' [Outro: Styles P] L-O-X, you already fuckin' know If you don't, find out Fuckin' cocksucker One L-O-X, L-L-O-X L-L-O-X, L-L-O-X One L-L-O-X, L-L-O-X L-L-O-X, L-L-O-X