Survival lyrics

Artist  : Tela 
Song : Survival



 Send "Survival" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [* People screaming in background *]

Hey, hey come here, bring yo as* over here right
now
Put the money in this motherf**kin', F**K THEM!
Just put the money in the got damn bag, just do
what I say
Hey, hey show me them hands, ooh sh*t girl
GET WHAT I SAID GOT DAMN IT!
Keep showin' em' ooh sh*t girl
GOT DAMN IT DID YOU HEAR ME! DON'T STOP, DON'T
STOP!

[Verse 1]
I do get me some grain, ridin' me a Stang
Go inside this bank, decide to get em' for them
thangs
That's what had in mind, some nitro and some
nines
Pipe bombs and napalm, sh*t you think I'm lyin'
As quickly as I flee them folks come to take it
Left my as* no choice but to go off and shake it
Shake it to the left, no no, shake it to the
right
I'm gonna shake it to the left because they left
my as* to die
Shit off in ya I cause that green I multiply
Allergic to that sh*t back in 1989
When I sold that dope or that purple traded soap
All that bullshit for a highly as* rope
They make it for that soap, that's all that she
wrote
Broke kibbles to bits , brought my mom's to pokes
I'm stuffin' bags possessed, my dope I will
compress
Shit I would invest in some quakers on the cut
See most of the time I got my as* in
Then most the time I took the f**kin' as* end
Of the stinkin' paddle, beat my as* like a rattle
 
Snake because they fake, took a piss off in my
shadow
An adult lesson, I couldn't get no Wesson
I dropped down depressin' a broke nigga stressin'

[Hook (x3) with various ad-libs]
Survival
Survival, in these streets

[Verse 2]
It's killin' me here, we livin' on the hill
Next to a crazy motherf**ker you can't feel
That's why I keep the four-four, the mask and the
boat
Tey as* f**k with me, they as* cuttin' close
Like those on the eighty, say hoes weighty
Shit for me, niggas takin' half, I don't play
that
I want my cakes and eat it, the goods and delete
it
This sh*t could be repeated but my as* just seem
to meet it
Like winds through a pipe or candles to the night
Hoes to a pimp, or a Sphinx to a dyke
Call me what cha' like but I ain't headin' bike
Except for twenty days and that was twenty nights
A f**kin' December that was thick as timber
Wolves and they tryin' to hit my rims as I
deliver
Shit to keep me goin' hoes they keep throwin'
Monkey tools at my shoes, keep my toes swollen
Cause I just go on fast and niggas might blast
If I had some bullshit about who's side is grass
So why you f**kin' cuttin' disrespectful askin'
nothin'
Ain't got sh*t to do but you wanna be doin'
something

[Hook (to end) with various ad-libs]