Verse1:(Duece)
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Last year was a good year ask the click
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But this year was scared down to our last half of brick
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Trying to survive in the drought wher it aint no blow
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It aint no piece yo it aint no dough
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Yo 95 south sun roof moon light
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popos tight down before the turnpike
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the last lick went sour feds jammed the blow
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But like a weather man its a light chance of snow
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Lay low at the bottom at th tell
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Wait patient for my haitian to hit me on the cell
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Cause my haitian cartell they always work
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They even got shit when the cubans were hurt
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Nigga hit back he aint got no dope
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He said the coast gaurd just knocked off the boat
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He said the feds in Texas they out of control
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Knocking off major bricks with the boarder patrol
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A nigga couldnt rap long cause the phones they be wired up
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I be god damned the whole east coast is dried up
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A nigga went from raw dope to cheap base
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Ridind round with the block fed in the breif case
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(chorus)
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Surviving in the drought where it aint no blow
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It aint no piece yo it aint no dough
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It aint no bricks no chips no food
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So tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do
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(repeat 2x)
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Verse:2(Duece)
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(Conversation)
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In the drought I look the dope fiend right in the grill
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Slang him a asprin or a vitamin pill
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In the drought niggas panic when that money stop
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Start slinging wamis and them dummy blocks
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Hit the projects twurking in that 87 fleet drop
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Set up shop with a 9 pack of sheet rock
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Watcha a nigga get got
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Now he wanna hit pop
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He wanna brain wrestle he dont know I got my shit cockd
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Cause in the drought you get stuck like a thumb tak
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Dixie man got a 20 pack worth of come back
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A player fucked up till that drought go down
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A nigga got to spread his hustle when the drought come round
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Im stuck a player fucked up now im finna come back up
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Its back on with then pack playboy the blow flooded
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The base heads happy and my workers show love it
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M y dog hit the lick about two hundred birds
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Off a Bahamian cruise ship that nigga got nerves
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Now cubans is beeping and the haitians is calling
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Im back to slanging Whole chickens popping cases and balling
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I got to put the team on so Im looking them up
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RJ he the chef He be cooking them up
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While Im whipping em flipping breaking emdown
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With the straight razor chipping em
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We got em harder than hard plus we pitching soft ball
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Jumping for that how high this year gone cost yall
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Since we the only niggas wit it
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Its the lick of a life time
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Coming up in the drought through the paroofeal pipe line
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Thise time Im gone sit on me bout ten
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Cause you never know when that drought coming again
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Surviving in the drought,Surviving in the drought
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(chorus) repeat 2 x
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Music playes until song fades off
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Survivin The Drought
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Trick Daddy |