Survival in the Garden Songtext
von C‐Bo

Hit a lick, 40 year old bitch
Slipped and got hit for a purse and shit
Niggas smiled and laughed and hit the gas
And smash around the corner and count the cash
A murder′s committed during a 211 hit
At the liquor store, a gang of niggas with afros
Walked in calm and cool, grabbed a six pack
Revealed the black steel and yelled jack
Out the front door, back on the strip
Didn't even give a fuck about the first lick
Jumped in the fo′ do', mobb bumpin' oldies, you know
Old school muthafuckas out to get some dough
Amherst and Meadowview is where they make the hit
Walked into the store and unloaded the clips
They snatched the cash and jumped in the car smilin′
But didn′t see the onetime's comin′ out the island
They didn't panic, they loaded up the guns
South Area crime is fun


It′s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
It's the Garden Block sickness that got a nigga in this shit
It′s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
It's the Garden Block sickness that got a nigga in this shit


When the money's low, all the homies get tempted
To do a jack or snatch purses from the women
That′s how it is when you′re livin' on the G block
′Cause on the first, everybody want the cop
A half ounce or a pound of cocaine
Gettin' over on the smokers in the dope game
But if your family smokes, you really gotta survive
′Fore a G go out and do a homicide
To hit the spot, and get a double up
And if you're smart, you′ll go out and bubble up
Go on the grind for a week or two
Then get a dope house and plug up a crew
Slap niggas that come up short
You came up the hard way, now you's a hardcore
Gangbanger, dope dealer, and all that
You love your family so much you give 'em free crack
You buy a Caddy, a Benz with the rag top
Feelin′ good with bitches all on your jock
But then a raid comes, then prison life
You say fuck it, I have to survive

It′s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
It's the Garden Block sickness that got a nigga in this shit
It′s like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
It's the Garden Block sickness that got a nigga in this shit

You wanna go out and have fun
You′s a gangbanger so you bring along the shotgun
See niggas on the block shootin' dice
Load the gauge ′cause the money look nice
Creep up slow, jump out and say hit the floor
Don't need a ski mask 'cause this ain′t no sto′
Take everyone's money like a sample
Then shoot one in the chest for an example
Then smash off in your drop like a G
And go out and buy a pint of MD
Mad Dog 20/20 is the drink you like
Then you see yourself stuck out across the red light
Survive with your shotgun
There′s no escape, you can't drop off, you gotta run
You feel a shot from behind then you hit the ground
Hopin′ deep in your mind that they turn around
But they don't, they keep comin′
Get up on you and start gunnin'
You take a bullet in the chest and in the waist
Then the stomach, the throat, and then the face
Then you say it's so hard to survive
You watch the soul rise, one slip and that′s your life