(feat. Deuce Poppi)



[Verse 1: Deuce Poppi]

Last year was a great year, ask the click

But this year was scarred down to our last half of brick

Trying to survive in the drought wher it aint no blow

It aint no piece yo it aint no dough

Yo 95 south sun roof moon light

Po-pos tight down before the turnpike

The last lick went sour feds jammed the blow

But like a weather man its a light chance of snow

Lay low at the bottom at the tell

Wait patient for my Haitian to hit me on the cell

Cause my Haitian cartell they always work

They even had shit when the Cubans were hurt

My Nigga hit back he aint got no dope

He said the coast gaurd just knocked off the boat

He said the feds in Texas they out of control

Knocking off major bricks with the border patrol

A nigga couldnt rap long cause the phones they be wired up

I be god damned the whole east coast dried up

A nigga went from raw dope to cheap base

Ridind round with the block fed in the brief case



[chorus]

Surviving in the drought where it aint no blow

It aint no piece yo it aint no dough

It aint no bricks no chips no food

So tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do

[x2]



[Verse 2: Deuce Poppi]

In the drought I look the dope fiend right in the grill

Slang him a asprin or a vitamin pill

In the drought niggas panic when that money stop

Start slinging wamis and them dummy blocks

Hit the projects twurking in that 87 fleet drop

Set up shop with a 9 pack of sheet rock

Watcha a nigga get got

Now he wanna hit pop

He wanna brain wrestle he dont know I got my shit cocked

Cause in the drought you get stuck like a thumb tack

Dixie man got a 20 pack worth of come back

A player fucked up till that drought go down

A nigga got to spread his hustle when the drought come round

(Im stuck a player fucked up now im finna come back up)

Its back on with then pack playboy the blow flooded

The base heads happy and my workers show love it

M y dog hit the lick about two hundred birds

Off a Bahamian cruise ship that nigga got nerves

Now Cubans is beeping and the Haitians is calling

Im back to slanging Whole chickens popping cases and balling

I got to put the team on so Im looking them up

RJ he the chef He be cooking them up

While Im whipping em flipping breaking em down

With the straight razor chipping em

We got em harder than hard plus we pitching soft ball

Jumping for that how high this year gone cost yall

Since we the only niggas wit it

Its the lick of a life time

Coming up in the drought through the paroofeal pipe line

This time Im gone sit on me bout ten

Cause you never know when that drought coming again

Surviving in the drought, Surviving in the drought



[chorus x2]