Yeah, sendin’ this one out to my man Killa B
No doubt, indeed
Where that weed? Nahmsayin’?
That old real shit
There’s a war goin’ on outside, no man is safe from
You could run, but you can’t hide forever
From these streets that we done took
You walkin’ with your head down, scared to look
You shook, ‘cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It’s similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cops’ control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin’ to bag me and get rocked steady!
By the MAC one-double, I touch you
And leave you with not much to go home with
My skin is thick, ‘cause I be up in the mix of action
If I’m not at home, puffin’ lye, relaxin’
New York got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul
Before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
Into the drama I built
And all unfinished beef, you will soon be killed
Put us together, it’s like mixin’ vodka and milk
I’m goin out blastin’, takin’ my enemies with me
And if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord, forgive me, the Hennessy got me not knowin’ how to act
I’m fallin’ and I can’t turn back
Or maybe it’s the words from my man Killa Black
That I can’t say, so it’s left a untold fact
Until my death, my goal’s to stay alive
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
Yo, yo, we livin’ this ’til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive (We still livin’ it)
We livin’ this ’til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin’ it)
We livin’ this ’til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
(We still livin’ it)
We livin’ this ’til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
I’m trapped in between two worlds, tryin’ to get dough
Y’know, when the dough get low, the jewels go
But never that! As long as fiends smoke crack
I’ll be on the block hustlin’, countin’ my stacks
No doubt, watchin’ my back and proceed with caution
Five-O lurkin’, no time to get lost in the system
Niggas usin’ fake names to get out quick
My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin, when he got bagged, that fucked me up, God
But shit happens for a reason
You find out who’s your true peoples when you’re Upstate bleedin’
You can’t find a shorty to troop your bid with you
Hit with a two-to-four is difficult
Wild on the streets, I try to maintain
Tight with my loot, ‘cause hoes like to run game
Some niggas like to trick, but I ain’t with that trickin’ shit
I’m like a Jew, savin’ dough so I can big whip
Pushin’ a Lex, now I’m set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get, I’m stayin’ in the projects forever!
Jakes on the blocks — we out-clever
If beef, we never separate, roll together
When worst comes to worst, my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfuckin’ feelings hurt
My crew’s all about loot
Fuck lookin’ cute! I’m strictly Timb boots and Army certified suits
Puffin’ L’s, laid back, enjoyin’ the smell
In the ‘Bridge, gettin’ down, it ain’t hard to tell
You better realize
We livin’ this ’til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
(We still livin’ it)
We livin’ this ’til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin’ it)
We livin’ this ’til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
(We still livin’ it)
We livin’ this ’til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
Open your eyes and get wise
Look alive, in ’95, word up
Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed, nahmsayin’?
Mobb Deep and all that
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