[Sheek Louch:]
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Yeah, no Yankee hat, no New York tat
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No New York not on my back
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Bitch I'm bigger than that
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Who am I, to walk around like the kinga
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Until I don't sell much
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Jimmy I Leo gimme the finga
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It's survival motherfucker
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It get dark and cold
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You'd be scared to put that hoodie on and walk that road
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I drop a lot of jewels
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Because that's not my style
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I just rip a niggas mouth
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Make it hard to smile
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But if I did, id told young to stay on his toes
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Don't sign nothing read that shit and watch
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Don't shoot unless you built for the years you bout to get
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Motherfuckers will disappear
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Matter fact they won't disappear
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They gonna stand right there
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Like there hand wasn't out from the jump
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That kind of shit make me grab the bitch
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But I stop and chill
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Cause no body gonna be there when it's real
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[Chorus:]
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It survival in the city
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With my back against the wall
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See the streets don't have much pity
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No one is there to catch you when you fall
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[Jadakiss:]
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Uh yeah uh yeah uh uh
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Some is about money
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Some is about riff'n
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Depend'n on how you live
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See if u can survive different
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For the most part all you should do is try to make it
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Reality hurt nigga so they try to escape it
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Me I just take it and mold it until I shape it
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Because before long the wrong things become sacred
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Not one to be the one that they clown on
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Have your back against the wall
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With the chich chich drawn
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All because the sucka nigga had a fake frown on
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Think about it on every visit u come down on
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And it's all from the thirst and
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Then it gets worse
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Thens there
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Life can teach you much more than any person
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On that note if you alive get busy
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Or you ain't gonna be able to survive in the city
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What?
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(but there's no where else inside)
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[Chorus]
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Survival In The City
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| Sheek Louch |
