Got 2 Survive Lyrics - Singles - Young Lay

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 'cause, 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"