A Part of Survival - RBL Posse

I believe in dead

They’re dead on arrival ‘cause in the projects it’s a part of survival

That’s a problem, got a lot of reasons

‘Cause like every day feels like drive-by season

Prostitution and drug abusin'

No wonder why my city is in so much confusion

Then I thought about getting a job

Oh, hell no, I’d rather roll with the hit squad

And if you get the picture then frame it

‘Cause Black C is constantly running game, bitch

And that’s the way it’s gon' be

When you’re growing up in the SFC

And I tell this shit like it’s supposed to be told

‘Cause I learned this game on Harbor Road

And now the funk of the funkest

So when it comes to shooting this gift, bitch, you know this

So step with caution

‘Cause niggas like playing the role of the boss and

Big time players, but are squares, so niggas beware

Black C is taking you through these motions

And I’m going deeper than a muthafuckin' ocean

So listen and take heed

‘Cause it’s the way of survival in the SFC

Back in my environment, you see niggas, bitches, and queers

Whenever Church chills at the pier

See unity—but now in Frisco, it’s straight violence, see

You can’t go across town

And if you do, don’t let your guard down

Or better yet, don’t get caught slippin'

‘Cause niggas my age is doing the peelin'

That’s 18, with a gangsta lean

I sell dope, ‘cause I never had dreams

Or admirations

But best believe, I’ll fuck your bitch in different ways and

I’m just a knucklehead from the streets

All I want is a mic and some of that funky ass beat

With a bumpin' bassline

And my ticket out the game is to write this sick rhyme

To the white man, I’m an endangered species

That’s why they always wanna search and seize me

But if they don’t find nothin' they always wanna put somethin'

To keep me jumpin' from place to place, from jail to jail

And if I die, is it heaven or hell?

And this shit got me fed up

So Mr. Cee in the 9-deuce gotta keep his head up

And since I’m Black, that makes me liable

So I stay on the under, for a part of survival

Black C, down with the RBL Posse

For you hoes that wanna jock me

I’m one nigga that come outta Frisco

That don’t like pussy that smell like fish, so

And pussy is one damn thing

When I fuck, I make sure it’s clean

That’s my job before I lay down wit’cha

Before my dick’s gonna enter

I’m gonna make sure it’s cool for the sex

And I didn’t forget my lubricated latex

Now it’s on, pussy is in place

And my dick’s in her face

Suck my dick so I can start strokin'

And I don’t eat pussy ‘cause I ain’t from Oakland

And sex is my very best

‘Cause I’ll put that cock through the test

Most niggas try to act real boldly

And end it with as I die slowly

I’ll have my jimmy on arrival

It’s the only way of survival

How you gon' say what you don’t know

And lead where you don’t go?

Can’t simp, for any hoe

And you gotta be real when you living in Frisco

That’s what an HP OG told me

Plus, watch everyone that says they’re your homie

And if you don’t you might get your cap peeled

‘Cause all this turf shit got niggas actin' ill

And for that girl that you call, that you’re caring

Watch out ‘cause she and a nigga might be sharing

So kick back and let my knowledge hit ya

‘Cause if hate don’t kill ya, love’s gonna get’cha

This shit is real

So keep your ass out the game if you don’t know the deal

Niggas keep slippin' on their own high

And now they’re living like Tales from the Crackside

It’s problems that we all face

So have a clear head and keep away from the base

Mind your own, that’s how I figured

Shoot first and you won’t get smoked by a nigga

A public message to you from Kyle

Sharing a peace, or a part of survival