[Verse One: Spice 1]  Survival of the real, my niggas they know the deal  How niggas be creepin up on you like they wanna fill  Ya body with slugs, it aint no love in this game of thugs  Push come to shove it's deeper than dubs in this game of drugs  Mean mugs cause they high and turnt into habits  Used to be ballin but now they just some dope fiend addicts  Mad at the world, drunk with the engine revvin'  Broke with a 357 thinkin about a 211  Tryin to put capers on anybody with some paper  Followin niggas around that's rollin in Escalades and Navigators  Picked the wrong one keep the dough it's goin' down  Found yo self face down foolies all in yo crown  Lettin off rounds, yellin stop but it's on square  Slugs flyin through the air, brains flyin through yo hair  Grabbin on a chair with that dead man's glare  While the Grim Reeper's there thinkin life ain't fair, uhh    [Chorus] - repeat 4X  Survival of the real, my niggas you know the deal  Welcome to the real world, niggas get killed!    [Verse Two: Jayo Felony]  Now came 6 deep and got put 6 feet in the ground  Niggas hungry? Well I'ma keep feedin 'em rounds  I gets medevil up on they ass, desert eagle up on they ass  No sequals when I pass just a memory from the past  Is what the fuck you gon' be duckin on me  Or just get you shot in the head in the face instead  So stand still and take each slug to ya chest through a mail lead  Cause we don't fuck around with that return from the dead  The survival of the realest niggas how long can you last?  You got 1 minute to pray the next second could be your ass  In the real world it ain't over 'til it's over  Niggas talkin about a squad, but you still lookin' over your shoulder  Hold a calico keep a arsenal please beleive it  Ready to clap in case of drama, stayin' heated  I hold a blunt between my fuck you and my trigger finger  Hit it hard and choke and let the smoke linger    [Chorus] - repeated 4x    [Verse Three: Celly Cel]  The nigga wanna hear some G shit nigga and y'all should  The most talked about rhymer if it's bad or good  It's all hood, you wanna give me somethin then give me ya house  Cause you can keep your stank pussy bitch just give me your mouth  They get excited when we write it, don't bite it nigga watch me light it  Thugs blind until we talkin bout he won't bite it  Bitch we smoke big drugs with thugs and fuck bitches on plush rugs  Even though this her nigga house, yea, but this is drugs  Cuz, so I skeeter it on purpose, man your wife is worthless  The way she slirp dick the bitch need to be in the circus  Fuck a hoe keep it crackin' I got deadlines to make  Albums and soundtracks I got headlines to make  It's real simple, study the amps with your lazy ass  I'll be in Baghdad somwhere with my crazy ass  Be in cell keep pushin a strong line  We keep theses bitch ass hoes a long time    [Chorus] - repeated 8x