Survival Lloyd Banks

[Intro]
So you say you a gangsta, right
Are you really a rider, yeah
You don't take shit from no one, no
And got your mind on your muthafuckin' dough; lets go

[Verse 1]
I'll be a South Side nigga 'til I rot
Even though I got the yacht and a million-dollar bop
Superman armor on the '69 drop
Out of every 70 rappers, 69 flop
I blew buck and a quarter, just to get the feel
So my headlights move when I move the steering wheel
I ain't running from nothing, its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real, with pop artist appeal
I move 2 mil, my backyard is a field
I ain't tough for the tube; I'll smack y'all for real
Go 'head, hate on me now; you'll miss a nigga later
I'm hood like bullet holes and pissy elevators
I went from playing the same block to Bangkok
Slick enough to get money between raindrops
And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week
And get so much pussy I can't sleep

[Chorus]
Poppa was a rolling stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things bout survival
Like the ice pick, gun, or the Bible
If you scared don't come around here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it
A nigga try me he won't see tomorrow