Only The Strong Survive

Yeah man..

It's goin down bitch

Motherfuckers can't be weak

None of that shit

Short Dawg is in the house

Ninety-three, bitch

I always heard that you gotta be strong, if you wanna survive

Get your diploma go to college get a nine-to-five

Every year, you're makin 30 G's a pop

Workin see, and you're tied to the white man's jock

Movin out of the ghetto cause it troubles you

Makin payments on a B-M-W

I know you never would settle for the minimum snaps

Have to live in the ghetto where the blacks be at

And send your kids to a school that don't really teach

I give a fuck about a motherfuckin college degree, beeotch!

You think I wanna get cha?

Take you to the motel, and straight raw dick ya?

You must be crazy, smokin that chronic

I take you to the motel, and put my rubber on it

and hope it don't bust, so I can stay alive

Cause only the strong survive, you little shithead bitch

So tell me what it is, man tell me what you want

Not talkin bout the music but we likes to funk

Ain't no such thang as a Oakland punk

It don't matter who you are, you'll be _In the Trunk_

You come twenty-five deep, or maybe ten

If I let your ass push me, then you push me again

He was six foot four, they used to call him sir

But he was smooth gunned down by a teenage gangsta

No bigger than me, never could be hisself

Always tryin to act like someone else

There just ain't no future for us young black men

Cause we always get killed, or sent to the pen

But even, Malcolm X was a ex-convict

And you can bet I won't go fo' it next time bitch!

I'm kinda strong with my bullets in the clip

That's why I never trip, cause only the strong survive

You say be a man, let's go toe to toe

But that was like fifteen years ago

They say only the strong, will survive

But brothers be strong, and still they die

But you gotta get around that bullshit

All the things we used to do we can't pull the shit no more

Cause ain't nobody trippin on us

You wanna fight, fuck around and get shot up

See your ass layin there bleedin, losin the fight

All behind a bitch and that shit ain't right

You could, live or die it just doesn't make a difference

Cause everybody knows about your sorry ass simpin for a hoe

I thought you knew, _Life Is.._

But the punk motherfucker can't handle his

So you weak bizznews ain't no surprise

Cause only the strong survive, bitch