I'm lookin' up out the barrel of a .45
Will a nigga survive?
Or will these muthafuckas see me die?
You see, I'm livin' in a society
Where soldiers breed
And you see murder 187 over hustlers greed
I told my homie to watch his fuckin' back
While he blunted
I know some niggas that wanna kill him
For that five hundred
You see a murder from a street
My survival skills
Hand to hand or combat or even shoot to kill
Can't let these muthafuckas do you in this game, man
Leavin' cocaine in blood
Runnin' down the street drain
They screamin', yea but it ain't because they happy
I think they wanna cap me dome
Run in my happy home
And do me with the chrome
But ain't shit poppin'
'Cause you're sure to get your life tooken
I got niggas watchin' my back
When even I ain't look at it
Only the strong can survive
It's called survival
You see its cold on these blood-thirsty streets nigga
You got to figure
Even these little muthafuckas packin' triggas
That'll put you under
I heard the thunder of a .20 gauge
[Unverified] another nigga dead
And still don't make the front page
Nobody gives a fuck
You're on your own patna
Better pull some licks but don't jack me
'Cause you get with this chopper
Make you spray yourself or AK yourself
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