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Let's go I'm getting overloaded with that junk You can tell I'm not a punk as I go for the slam-dunk Go for a ride and I might go psycho Get it together and it might go Bam! And I don't care for Christmas Step under the mistletoe, watch who the hell you kiss Lets not even waste a second about the 25th Hell is on earth, a few are born with the gift Of the gab, make a grab, jump in a cab With the intentions never to pay the tab Survival of the hardest working See them at Birmingham going berserking Rooting for the boys from Fresh and for Steve Wren Max and Dave, Dj Pogo and I'm here again. Who? I know you all know the coo Clear the way, make space 'cause we're coming through How long will it take to get it through my mind is made up Motherfuckas ain't paid up Not even a penny, many they jump on the bandwagon They'll kill to learn braggin'. But they can't handle this one, hang around or miss one Check out how it's done, see how they run Now hard is for the two they call 60 Don't play me no tricks T, put it in the mix B SongtexteSurvival of the hardest working. Ay yo! Stupid little games are for the kiddie boys Making the kiddie noise with their kiddie toys You can tell so very well some brothers do it well Some brothers raise hell Go for the B the L See they bug a few of us with their attitude Showing no gratitude, so they be making us get rude Now get a triple helping of another set Making it for the real so you can go ahead and bet your life Guys like us we ain't known for fucking around Go tell your daddy boy to get me my twenty pounds Or be a baddy boy playing the baddy games Until I get what you owe I won't forget your Dicky dicky dick-head names and faces Plus you got to know the real reason why he says this While a chase the 35 down the street With a bag on my shoulder like I told ya Rappy-headed rappers wanna sound happy But I ain't never gonna be ready to take that crappy Shit that you're feeding them other guys Telling 'em biddy biddy lies, with your beady beady eyes Wait a second you dummy boy Could you handle the truth or would you run to your mummy boy Just to get a little biddy mummy hug Or maybe you'd be better of taking a dummy drug Survival of the hardest working Now I know about the tricks of the tricky trade I got a simple plan to be as sharp as a razor blade With a jagged edge with a jagged edge Now they're on the run and we all know they all want some Women open legs and get a deal quick So very real quick, but I guess they're real sick Dipping to the lowest of the low And slipping with the slowest of the slow, you know! So many minds are getting caged And so many rappers are getting out-staged Beaten to the ground, getting stepped on and crushed And all the record stores are getting rushed Now what you get from us is not a fairy tale See I could bury your tail and if I had to I'd jump bail And run run run like a mad boy Keeping well away from the bad boy And still I'll be causing all the havoc known to man By doing the best I can The wacker jack, cracker jack calling me the newer jack It's better than being an idiot jack Survival of the hardest working Aus Songtexte Mania