Texty: C-Murder. Only The Strong Survive.
[Master P]
can't no one out side infiltrate this no limit organization
so prepare yourself prepare for a battle
[Chorus x2]
real niggaz going to ride playa haters going to die because after
dollars and cents only the strong survive
[C-Murder]
in gats we trust no limit niggaz going to bust
if you ride with me you gots to die with me
put your rags in the air here comes the brigade
i sold dope on the block cause true niggaz get paid
army fitues with my boots and my gat
luitentant of a bunch of niggaz
paid and strapped we got bitches and blunts
we got weed and money representant them killaz
and them haters be running i got bitch niggaz
anticipating my death scared to show they face
cause they scared of my rap huh
my money to big for them pigs to jock me
we ghetto millionares so them feds going to watch me
paper chasing for green ain't no punks on my team
i live the life of a thug nigga fo fill'in my dream
fake niggaz going to crumble at the site of my nine
no limit soldier don't fall off real niggaz going to ride
[Chorus x2]
[Master P]
oh lord can you feel me
or tell me why my lil' brother Kevin Miller
had to die and i still hear
gun shots when i sleep so i'm sayin
fuck the world and the police
incarcerated by the ghetto so we trapped
that's why broke niggaz in the hood bust caps
nigga said gangsters make good politicians
and that is why we stay strong black and independant
so the world is like fuck a viatnam
i wish i was the president i could send the bomb
penaitentary's stay packed now they filing forms
for mexicans and blacks ugh
[Chorus x4]
[Master P]
ugh only the motherfucking strong surive
C-Murder Master P eternity nigga
whats up silkk
can't no one out side infiltrate this no limit organization
so prepare yourself prepare for a battle
[Chorus x2]
real niggaz going to ride playa haters going to die because after
dollars and cents only the strong survive
[C-Murder]
in gats we trust no limit niggaz going to bust
if you ride with me you gots to die with me
put your rags in the air here comes the brigade
i sold dope on the block cause true niggaz get paid
army fitues with my boots and my gat
luitentant of a bunch of niggaz
paid and strapped we got bitches and blunts
we got weed and money representant them killaz
and them haters be running i got bitch niggaz
anticipating my death scared to show they face
cause they scared of my rap huh
my money to big for them pigs to jock me
we ghetto millionares so them feds going to watch me
paper chasing for green ain't no punks on my team
i live the life of a thug nigga fo fill'in my dream
fake niggaz going to crumble at the site of my nine
no limit soldier don't fall off real niggaz going to ride
[Chorus x2]
[Master P]
oh lord can you feel me
or tell me why my lil' brother Kevin Miller
had to die and i still hear
gun shots when i sleep so i'm sayin
fuck the world and the police
incarcerated by the ghetto so we trapped
that's why broke niggaz in the hood bust caps
nigga said gangsters make good politicians
and that is why we stay strong black and independant
so the world is like fuck a viatnam
i wish i was the president i could send the bomb
penaitentary's stay packed now they filing forms
for mexicans and blacks ugh
[Chorus x4]
[Master P]
ugh only the motherfucking strong surive
C-Murder Master P eternity nigga
whats up silkk
C-Murder