Survivor

[Intro]
There are a lot of lessons in my life
Never shoot a large calibur man with a small calibur bullet
Drive all kinds of trucks, 2x's, 4x's, 6x's
What up?
Those big mother fuckers that bend and go "chuuh chuuh" when you step on the brakes
Anything left worth doing is worth overdoing
Moderation's for cowards
I'm a lover, I'm a fighter
I'm a U.D.T. diver
D-Block!
A wine, dine, and intertwine and sneak out the backdoor when the refueling is done
So if you're feeling froggy then you better jump
Yeah
'Cause this frogman's been there, done that and is going back for more
Cheers, boys
Syeah
Dayzel

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Filthy, ain't I?
Innocent but born a thug (Sorry)
My society place priority on a drug (Yeah!)
Half a kilos, nervous lookin' out the peephole (Who dat?)
Project buildings, buzzin' the wrong niggas in
Thirty-eight revolver hopin' I ain't have to touch it (Damn)
Toilet seat up hopin' I don't have to flush it
Brown liquor, pocket full of big bills (Jyeah!)
T-H-C in the triple stick, bitch nigga
You now listenin' to a rich nigga
And still I let the hammer off (Uh huh)
Law, he couldn't beat it, my niggas is up North
Higher than a muh'fucka
You ain't wit' her no more? I might have to fuck her (Hah)
I'm sorry in the mornin', nigga
But you wasn't really my nigga (Nah)
Diamonds in [?]
Jet lag, I just landed in Laguardia (Woooo)
Talk shit, my niggas is gon' body ya

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
One call, shooters comin' in a hurry for me (Yup)
I ain't trippin', hatin' come in with the terrority
Put niggas in the ground, get 'em buried for me
When you accustomed to winnin', then it's forever glory (Woo)
Yeah, nobody could cover for me (Nah)
If you ain't used to gettin' money, that's another story (Yeah)
Niggas goin' back and forth tryna tug-of-war me (Haha)
I'm turned on by the drama, the love? It'll bore me (Love)
My heart pours out to those that suffer before me (Yes)
Long as it ain't broke, give a fuck what'chu call me (Fuck it)
All I'm doin' is livin', how the fuck could you fault me?
Bitches is lovin' the nigga, these suckas is salty (Ahh)
Yeah, the difference is green
Plus, they see you jumpin' in and out of different machines
Forty with the hallows or either the fifth with the beam
L-O-X, y'all niggas know we just a different regime
What?

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Sunday to Sunday, I'm prayin' to make one day
Came from the hood but the nigga be on the runway
Headed to the money, you know the ticket is one-way
I don't want a problem, if I do, gunplay
These the last days, roaches in the ash tray
High-speed chases, life in the fast lane
Weed laced with wax, Cadillacs with gattlings
Debo kilos, fractions to factions (You know)
Rhythm hunter, I'm prob'ly lookin' for action (What up?)
[?], Jacksons, shit-load of them Franklins (Shit-loads)
I ain't got a gun and I bet'chu I sneak the shank in (I bet'cha)
Five star General, lift your ass in the rankings (Five star)
And I don't want beef, I'm a vegan (Haha)
Gimmie a reason to point to who I'm leavin' (Point 'em out)
I show these rap niggas a heathen (I show 'em)
They don't know the half, I laugh when I'm squeezin'

[Outro: Styles P]
L-O-X, you already fuckin' know
If you don't, find out
Fuckin' cocksucker
One
L-O-X, L-L-O-X
L-L-O-X, L-L-O-X
One
L-L-O-X, L-L-O-X
L-L-O-X, L-L-O-X