She signs this letter with her lipstick and seals it with a kiss sincierly my everything She signs this letter with her lipstick and seals it with a
And when you're lost. I'll be your way home tonight. Your hearts will cost. But I will hold on oh so tight. [[Chorus]]: You say, you say. You say, you
Ain't looking for hand-outs Twenty-five years up in this bitch And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich And leave my kids a grip I let my blood drip
(Rah-Digga) I be the worst like Nick To all them mc thugs Like them 4 little kids And the teacher gettin plugged I don't give a fuck style Tell me come
(rah-digga) I be the worst like nick To all them mc thugs Like them 4 little kids And the teacher gettin plugged I don’t give a fuck style Tell me come
surgeon Always on an excursion state of survival Gimmie everything I deserve CHORUS In this state of survival That’s the reason why I’m always on the go In this state of survival
's cheap wine and sorrow Times is hard to swallow In search of God's tomorrow/i borrow words from the Bible/and use them for survival/ gang rivals Signs
and pack a knife or end up with a blooded nose Street survivor or survivor of the streets! (streets!) And only the strong survive, there's no survival
drama at the crib it ain't fit to live And that survival of the fittest shit will split your wig Cats master doin' bits of illegitimate kids is splitin
class and don't know who the professor is How low people go for the dough and make a mess of things? Kids are murdering other kids for the fun of it
In the suburbs I I learned to drive And you told me we'd never survive Grab your mother's keys we're leaving You always seemed so sure That one day we
You know parents are the same No matter time nor place They don't understand that us kids Are going to make some mistakes So to you, all the kids
is running out, We don't have forever, Unless we break down, These walls, stand together, There is no other way There is no other way Only the strong survive
never win Ghettos keep a crying out to streets full of zombies Kids are killing kids and then the kids join the army Rising and a waking, yes sir here
the time I was inclined To get smooth and prove that I can rock a funk rhyme Hey yo, ice-cube chillin Cause we got the gats and knack to see the kids
