Survival
America"Survival" is a song by America, released in 1980 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:49 long and contains 64 lines and 658 words.
Lyrics
0:14So you say you a gangsta riiight
0:18Are you really a rider yeeaa
0:22You don't take sh*t from no one nooo
0:27And got ya mind on ya muthaf**kin dough lets go
0:29I'll be a South Side ni**a till i rot
0:30Even tho i got the yacht in the million dollar bot
0:33Superman armor on the '69 drop
0:350ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop
0:37I BLEW A BUCK &A QUARTER just to get the feel
0:40SO my head lights move when i move the steering wheel
0:41I ain't GUNNIN FOR nothing its top dollar to chill
0:43I pop bottles for real with pop artists appeal
0:44I move 2 mill my backyard is a field
0:45I ain't tough for the tube I'll smack yall for real
0:47Go 'head hate on me now you'll miss a ni**a later
0:49I'm hood like BULLETHOLES and pissy elevators
0:51I went from playin the same block to Bangkok
0:52So i can get money between raindrops
0:53And my piece so heavy i pop a chain a week
0:54And get so much p**sy i can't sleep
0:55Poppa was a rolling stone never came back home now I'm on my own
0:58So i had to learn a few things bout survival Like the ice pick GUN OR THE BOTTLE
1:00If you scared don't come 'round here guns ammunition don't run out here
1:06As soon you get the paper you try it a ni**a try me he won't see tomorrow
1:11I ain't even got a liscence yet and got 7 cars yep
1:14TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
1:15A brand new buzz Mac 10 and a choppa
1:17White fan base cuz Eminem is my partner
1:18I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper you a glass shopper
1:20I blow m*******a the color of grass hopper
1:23I ain't a regular ni**a
1:23All the promoters pay 100 OR more to bring ya boy to Singapore
1:25My dress code got the best hoes jumpin on em
1:26Evisu's and Red Monkey's with the monkey on em
1:28Shelves'll leave a niggas food stamps blue
1:28Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo
1:30We don't tolerate the cock-blockin out the bricks
1:31We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips
1:32Watch ya mouth b**ch there's rocks poppin out the wrists
1:33And my outfits a eyestopper for the chicks
1:34Poppa was a rolling stone never came back home now I'm on my own
1:35So i had to learn a few things bout survival Like the ice pick GUN OR THE BOTTLE
1:38If you scared don't come 'round here guns ammunition don't run out here
1:46As soon you get the paper you try it a ni**a try me he won't see tomorrow
1:50A ni**a throw his hands up at me i send a dummy harmed
1:54And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
1:55Pick up a shell that'll be his lucky charm
1:57I got a chunky arm I'm a f**king Don
1:57I burn big everyday nothing but the BOMB
1:58I don't cuddle as soon as i get the nut i'm gone
2:17I'm in a class all by myself
2:18I'll whoop ya a**all by myself
2:19I got white gold rose gold yellow gold platinum
2:20Young hoes old hoes yellow ones and black ones
2:22I been patiently waiting to get on my sh*t again
2:26So this is for the corner they cornered a ni**a in
2:27I wish you would try jump me I'll wave the gat by ya
2:29And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter
2:34Ni**a you stupid ridin by tryna blast me
2:37Cuz my WINDOWS got the glass from a taxi
2:38Poppa was a rolling stone never came back home now I'm on my own
2:41So i had to learn a few things bout survival Like the ice pick GUN OR THE BOTTLE
2:44If you scared don't come 'round here guns ammunition don't run out here
2:49As soon you get the paper you try it a ni**a try me he won't see tomorrow
So you say you a gangsta riiight Are you really a rider yeeaa You don't take sh*t from no one nooo And got ya mind on ya muthaf**kin dough lets go I'll be a South Side ni**a till i rot Even tho i got the yacht in the million dollar bot Superman armor on the '69 drop 0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop I BLEW A BUCK &A QUARTER just to get the feel SO my head lights move when i move the steering wheel I ain't GUNNIN FOR nothing its top dollar to chill I pop bottles for real with pop artists appeal I move 2 mill my backyard is a field I ain't tough for the tube I'll smack yall for real Go 'head hate on me now you'll miss a ni**a later I'm hood like BULLETHOLES and pissy elevators I went from playin the same block to Bangkok So i can get money between raindrops And my piece so heavy i pop a chain a week And get so much p**sy i can't sleep 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 BOTTLE If you scared don't come 'round here guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the paper you try it a ni**a try me he won't see tomorrow I ain't even got a liscence yet and got 7 cars yep TV the same size as Kevin Garnett A brand new buzz Mac 10 and a choppa White fan base cuz Eminem is my partner I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper you a glass shopper I blow m*******a the color of grass hopper I ain't a regular ni**a All the promoters pay 100 OR more to bring ya boy to Singapore My dress code got the best hoes jumpin on em Evisu's and Red Monkey's with the monkey on em Shelves'll leave a niggas food stamps blue Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo We don't tolerate the cock-blockin out the bricks We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips Watch ya mouth b**ch there's rocks poppin out the wrists And my outfits a eyestopper for the chicks 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 BOTTLE If you scared don't come 'round here guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the paper you try it a ni**a try me he won't see tomorrow A ni**a throw his hands up at me i send a dummy harmed And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm Pick up a shell that'll be his lucky charm I got a chunky arm I'm a f**king Don I burn big everyday nothing but the BOMB I don't cuddle as soon as i get the nut i'm gone I'm in a class all by myself I'll whoop ya a**all by myself I got white gold rose gold yellow gold platinum Young hoes old hoes yellow ones and black ones I been patiently waiting to get on my sh*t again So this is for the corner they cornered a ni**a in I wish you would try jump me I'll wave the gat by ya And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter Ni**a you stupid ridin by tryna blast me Cuz my WINDOWS got the glass from a taxi 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 BOTTLE If you scared don't come 'round here guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the paper you try it a ni**a try me he won't see tomorrow
Translation
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