WC, Dresta, Young Shane - Survival of the Fittest lyrics
[WC, Dresta, Young Shane - Survival of the Fittest lyrics]
Uh, dat's riir, niir!
Back once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest
Young Shane, wit Young Hogs
Dre'sta the Gangsta
And we are: Bandana Swangin' Productions
(Yo, Toones)
Can you feel this realness?
Nothin' can save ya
From the school full of big tails
Dickies and Ben Davis
The one and only witta chrome pistole
For those who don't know
Me: Bandana Swangin' Parole
Dub witta capital 3rd letter
Down for whatever
Whenever takin' the berettas to
Bangin' for cheddar
Forever bailin' in my overalls and work-
Breakin' jaws
Dre'sta the Gangsta
Dub C and the Young Hogs
It's the young Desperado! My model is
To bang foe the hood
Bring the pain foe the hood
Cuz it's all tooted good
On the reala, a young killa, a young thrilla
Mashin'
The enemy goes down for scrilla
To whom it may concern: fool
I need a "Burn" like Militia
All ridas creepin' about to getcha
It's the same, loc
Don't get it twisted when I bail through
One Bandana Swangin' wit bottles
On both sides
Survival of the fittest and we wit this
Who wanna witness? All my rides
Wit hustle handle their business
Survival of the fittest and we wit this
Who wanna witness? All my ladies
Wit hustle handle their business
Survival of the fittest and we wit this
Who wanna witness? Real rides
Be wise and handle your business
Survival of the fittest and we wit this
Mic check, 1, 2
What you bustas wan' do or gon' do?
Now that real rides are upon you
I warned you and alarmed you!
The bandanas will be swangin'
When we swarm through
Was born to!
Make these girls and the thugs
In the club dance
Dre'sta the Gangsta makin' you bang
Your head and bounce
Shout from the West to East
Midwest and Dirty South!
Dub C, my niir, yeah
Young Hogs born to thug wit me and Muggs
And Green Bug California Love
Homie chases only
Women upon me, never phony, get it lonely
You can ride upon me
Lyrically fictive be the loc'est
Whack rappers claiming' dat
They're the dopest
When hopeless brothers be the brokest
Saddest song dat you ever heard
Shinin some light on all you
Bustas like the Ghetto bird!
And that's
Ugh! Ah
Good Evening! Do not attempt
To adjust your radio!
Ain't nuttin' wrong
We have taken control to bring
You the special show:
Bandana Swangin'! Who me? Huh
I'm known as Dub C alias the shadiest one
Ey, Dre'sta, what you got?
I got a slug foe every mug
Dat wanna look at me evil
And got a clutch foe all
Fake thugs and scandalous people
If you test Dre it's
Suicide lyrical drive by
Makin' sure you suckas die only ya bye bye
And the moves of the 5-0 got rappers study
And us gangstas like revival since my arrival
And roll wit hogs dat get it's on
Raw and ball till we fall
And revolve all broads to (??)
From the land of the scandalous
Sho dogs and locs
I represent the chronic and
Smashes of gun smoke
For this box Regal to Martinis
Sippers on a do low
The shadiest
Shadiest wanted 'em all but call
Dub C the Ghetto manifesto
Still standin' tall
Bandana Swangin' till the wheels fall off
And all my momma bear the realest
Niirs to ever lay ya'll
Back once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest
Young Shane, wit Young Hogs
Dre'sta the Gangsta
And we are: Bandana Swangin' Productions
(Yo, Toones)
Can you feel this realness?
Nothin' can save ya
From the school full of big tails
Dickies and Ben Davis
The one and only witta chrome pistole
For those who don't know
Me: Bandana Swangin' Parole
Dub witta capital 3rd letter
Down for whatever
Whenever takin' the berettas to
Bangin' for cheddar
Forever bailin' in my overalls and work-
Breakin' jaws
Dre'sta the Gangsta
Dub C and the Young Hogs
It's the young Desperado! My model is
To bang foe the hood
Bring the pain foe the hood
Cuz it's all tooted good
On the reala, a young killa, a young thrilla
Mashin'
The enemy goes down for scrilla
To whom it may concern: fool
I need a "Burn" like Militia
All ridas creepin' about to getcha
It's the same, loc
Don't get it twisted when I bail through
One Bandana Swangin' wit bottles
On both sides
Survival of the fittest and we wit this
Who wanna witness? All my rides
Wit hustle handle their business
Survival of the fittest and we wit this
Who wanna witness? All my ladies
Wit hustle handle their business
Survival of the fittest and we wit this
Who wanna witness? Real rides
Be wise and handle your business
Survival of the fittest and we wit this
Mic check, 1, 2
What you bustas wan' do or gon' do?
Now that real rides are upon you
I warned you and alarmed you!
The bandanas will be swangin'
When we swarm through
Was born to!
Make these girls and the thugs
In the club dance
Dre'sta the Gangsta makin' you bang
Your head and bounce
Shout from the West to East
Midwest and Dirty South!
Dub C, my niir, yeah
Young Hogs born to thug wit me and Muggs
And Green Bug California Love
Homie chases only
Women upon me, never phony, get it lonely
You can ride upon me
Lyrically fictive be the loc'est
Whack rappers claiming' dat
They're the dopest
When hopeless brothers be the brokest
Saddest song dat you ever heard
Shinin some light on all you
Bustas like the Ghetto bird!
And that's
Ugh! Ah
Good Evening! Do not attempt
To adjust your radio!
Ain't nuttin' wrong
We have taken control to bring
You the special show:
Bandana Swangin'! Who me? Huh
I'm known as Dub C alias the shadiest one
Ey, Dre'sta, what you got?
I got a slug foe every mug
Dat wanna look at me evil
And got a clutch foe all
Fake thugs and scandalous people
If you test Dre it's
Suicide lyrical drive by
Makin' sure you suckas die only ya bye bye
And the moves of the 5-0 got rappers study
And us gangstas like revival since my arrival
And roll wit hogs dat get it's on
Raw and ball till we fall
And revolve all broads to (??)
From the land of the scandalous
Sho dogs and locs
I represent the chronic and
Smashes of gun smoke
For this box Regal to Martinis
Sippers on a do low
The shadiest
Shadiest wanted 'em all but call
Dub C the Ghetto manifesto
Still standin' tall
Bandana Swangin' till the wheels fall off
And all my momma bear the realest
Niirs to ever lay ya'll