| 歌曲 | Survival Hungry |
| 歌手 | Busta Rhymes |
| 专辑 | When Disaster Strikes... |
| 作词 : G. Spivey/T. Smith | |
| 作曲 : G. Spivey/T. Smith | |
| [Chorus] | |
| All my niggas dirty | |
| Hungry and thirsty | |
| Hit ya like a 30/30 for watcha worth see | |
| Ya know we got to get this money | |
| Survival hungry | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| A yo ooh baby, what I feel is just, ha | |
| The type of shit that make you act stupid for real, what the.. | |
| Ya'll, before ya try to wear these you need to hear these | |
| Welcome all ya'll to my world series | |
| Ya ya ya elaborate on Busta Rhymes theories | |
| Ya ya ya I gon' bust your ass on behalf of all MCs | |
| Ya ya ya never disrespect these monuments creating new flow | |
| The full blast we'll hit'em hit'em hit'em high hit'em low | |
| And while your style will soften, my mind will drift often | |
| To illusions of my lyrics given you massages in the coffin | |
| The boom shock ooh wee | |
| Horny nigga crash into a mother****ing tree | |
| Officialize shit when we in the place to be | |
| Extra strength nigga maximize the party | |
| So fierce I just pierce (ha) in the place | |
| Make the spot look scarce, I pierce needles in ya face | |
| **** dumb shit straight up | |
| Keep it bouncin baby make sure you hold your weight up | |
| A ha yea, just watch how the flow will change up for sure | |
| Reppin' until my niggas walk out the door | |
| [Chorus] | |
| All my niggas dirty | |
| Hungry and thirsty | |
| Hit ya like a 30/30 for watcha worth see | |
| Ya know we got to get this money | |
| Survival hungry | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Yo, I refuse to lose, look at the news and read the interviews | |
| Flipmode is the Squad, a unit made of many crews | |
| Give me the whole entire wheel of fortune | |
| Making a sacrifice no matter what the shit be costing | |
| And while you coughing I be flossing like a ****in dolphin | |
| A lot of bitch rich niggas experience extortion | |
| Since I was born when I perform, I drop a million | |
| And one stony rocks on niggas like a ****in hailstorm | |
| I pollute yo, my new flow, put on your funeral home suit | |
| And execute 'em with a bang (shoot) | |
| The blow torch has been ignited, those who so excited, ha | |
| I'm bout to rope 'em in, a bunch of bitch niggas are being extradited | |
| You soundin' so sloppy, like a broken muffler draggin behind, an old jalopy | |
| Once the bomb drops, here's the aftermath | |
| Scientists tried to dissect the way, I formulate my craft | |
| Worrying 'bout how I achieve things | |
| The way I analyze shit and how I percieve things | |
| My style is real, like lamb skin imported from the Persian | |
| Follow my excursion, all the way 'til you feelin' the new revised version | |
| I complete then I defeat, destroy who ever complicate | |
| How I eat, survival hungry nigga | |
| [Chorus] | |
| All my niggas dirty | |
| Hungry and thirsty | |
| Hit ya like a 30/30 for watcha worth see | |
| Ya know we got to get this money | |
| Survival hungry | |
| Rap : Busta Rhymes. |
| zuò cí : G. Spivey T. Smith | |
| zuò qǔ : G. Spivey T. Smith | |
| Chorus | |
| All my niggas dirty | |
| Hungry and thirsty | |
| Hit ya like a 30 30 for watcha worth see | |
| Ya know we got to get this money | |
| Survival hungry | |
| Verse 1 | |
| A yo ooh baby, what I feel is just, ha | |
| The type of shit that make you act stupid for real, what the.. | |
| Ya' ll, before ya try to wear these you need to hear these | |
| Welcome all ya' ll to my world series | |
| Ya ya ya elaborate on Busta Rhymes theories | |
| Ya ya ya I gon' bust your ass on behalf of all MCs | |
| Ya ya ya never disrespect these monuments creating new flow | |
| The full blast we' ll hit' em hit' em hit' em high hit' em low | |
| And while your style will soften, my mind will drift often | |
| To illusions of my lyrics given you massages in the coffin | |
| The boom shock ooh wee | |
| Horny nigga crash into a mother ing tree | |
| Officialize shit when we in the place to be | |
| Extra strength nigga maximize the party | |
| So fierce I just pierce ha in the place | |
| Make the spot look scarce, I pierce needles in ya face | |
| dumb shit straight up | |
| Keep it bouncin baby make sure you hold your weight up | |
| A ha yea, just watch how the flow will change up for sure | |
| Reppin' until my niggas walk out the door | |
| Chorus | |
| All my niggas dirty | |
| Hungry and thirsty | |
| Hit ya like a 30 30 for watcha worth see | |
| Ya know we got to get this money | |
| Survival hungry | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Yo, I refuse to lose, look at the news and read the interviews | |
| Flipmode is the Squad, a unit made of many crews | |
| Give me the whole entire wheel of fortune | |
| Making a sacrifice no matter what the shit be costing | |
| And while you coughing I be flossing like a in dolphin | |
| A lot of bitch rich niggas experience extortion | |
| Since I was born when I perform, I drop a million | |
| And one stony rocks on niggas like a in hailstorm | |
| I pollute yo, my new flow, put on your funeral home suit | |
| And execute ' em with a bang shoot | |
| The blow torch has been ignited, those who so excited, ha | |
| I' m bout to rope ' em in, a bunch of bitch niggas are being extradited | |
| You soundin' so sloppy, like a broken muffler draggin behind, an old jalopy | |
| Once the bomb drops, here' s the aftermath | |
| Scientists tried to dissect the way, I formulate my craft | |
| Worrying ' bout how I achieve things | |
| The way I analyze shit and how I percieve things | |
| My style is real, like lamb skin imported from the Persian | |
| Follow my excursion, all the way ' til you feelin' the new revised version | |
| I complete then I defeat, destroy who ever complicate | |
| How I eat, survival hungry nigga | |
| Chorus | |
| All my niggas dirty | |
| Hungry and thirsty | |
| Hit ya like a 30 30 for watcha worth see | |
| Ya know we got to get this money | |
| Survival hungry | |
| Rap : Busta Rhymes. |