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INFO - GOT 2 SURVIVE

Got 2 Survive

de Young Lay / pe Black N Dangerous / an 1996

VERSURI - GOT 2 SURVIVE

Today we're gonna do something scary



We're venturing into the mind of young black males



Let's take a peak...







[ Young Lay ]



Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb



Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders



Them brothers gettin further



Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin



Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin



Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen



Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in '96



All the gals my six (what else?) my track crew and my mother



Make these police wonder: how is he so undercover?



Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart



I was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart



Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese



While the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese



But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese they left on a trap



A young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap



It's just that feelin, that feelin that I have for children



Are able to love us, but these crazy devils try to kill us







"I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho"



"Smokin that dank to deal with the pain"







(My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up out the pen, man?)







[ Ray Luv ]



June 2nd '93 I returned to the streets



Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat



Now the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rap



Tell the world that I'm a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap



But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught up in the struggle



Born hustler, goin for the jugular



Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too late



The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid



Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and book me



Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me



Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya



A poison you created in the veins of America



Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized



That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin



Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from



Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin from



Got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare



While the black babies die without health care







[ Mac Mall ]



Now how could I pledge allegiance to a racist-ass flag



When the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag?



Got my mother spittin drag 'bout I ain't home



Got a double homicide warrant on my dome



I hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips



Cut through the back window and like a g hit a fence



I'm thinkin 'bout my folks gettin sent for violation



Foes and punk police, them devils still at my do'



I peep a group of ten tryina get information



I threw the clips in the Mac, start lettin off frustration



It's better than incarceration any day, we gonn' die anyway



So if I go out blastin, call it my fate



I got niggas in the pen like my cousin Bud



Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love



Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre



Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man







[ 2Pac ]



Now I been called a crook, a killer, a thug



A no-good dealer of drugs



And Blood or Cuz, doesn't matter what set you was



Cause where I'm at, if you black, we strapped



As long as ki's make g's these thieves attack



And ain't no rules on the streets these days



Muthafuckas better watch they back and take it eazay



I'm livin in the dangerzone



And learnin lesson from the game, it's on



Niggas was gone when the frame was on



I'm gettin breaken them balls daily



Is there a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell?



See, seems I was senteced to death, takin my steps with my head down



Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause they dead now



My memory since I was a little seed



Was a penitentiary full of niggas like me



These cops can't terrorize us, they despise us



Niggas, cause we on the rise



Plus everybody's searchin for a piece of the truth



And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut



And the truth is







"I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho"



"Smokin that dank to deal with the pain"

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