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Sendin' this one out, to my man be
No doubt indeed, without weed, know what I'm
old real shi'

There's a war goin' on outside no man is from
You run but you can't hide forever
From streets that we done took
You walkin' witcha head down scared to
You shook ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my of town
It's to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and the cop's control
They better have the gear ready
to bag me and get rocked steady
By the mac one-double, I you
And you with not much to go home wit'
My is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, lye relaxin'
New York got a depressed
So I wear a slug-proof my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished
You will soon be killed, put us
It's like mixin' and milk
I'm goin' out blastin', takin' my enemies me
And if not, scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the got me not knowin' how to act
I'm and I can't turn back
Or it's the words from my man Killa Black
That I say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to alive
Survival of the fit the strong survive

Yo, yo
We livin' til the day that we die
Survival of the fit the strong survive
(We livin' it)
We this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong
(Thug life, we livin' it)
We this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the survive
(We still it)
We livin' this til the day we die
(we livin' til the day that we die)
Survival of the fit only the survive
(survival of the fit the strong)

I'm trapped, in between two worlds, to get dough ya know
When the get low the jewels go, but never that
As long as smoke crack
be on the block hustlin countin' my stacks
No doubt, my back and proceed with caution
Five-oh lurkin', no time to get in the system
Niggas usin' fake names to get out
My brother did it and got bagged with two
I-llegal where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin he got bagged, that fucked me up God
But shit for a reason
You out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin'
You can't find a shorty to troop bid wit'chu
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's
Wild on the I try to maintain
Tight with my loot, hoes like to run game
niggas like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin' shit
I'm a Jew, savin' dough so I can big whip
a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get I'm in the projects, forever
Jakes on the we out-clever
If beef, we separate and pull together
worse comes to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get motherfuckin' feelings hurt
My crew's all about
Fuck cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
Puffin L's, laid back, enjoyin' the
In the gettin' down it ain't hard to tell
You better