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   Survival 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