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

a war goin' on outside no man is safe from
You could run but you can't forever
these streets that we done took
You walkin' witcha head down to look
You shook cause no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef in my part of town
similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the control
They have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get steady
By the mac one-double, I you
And leave you with not much to go wit'
My is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, puffin lye
New York got a depressed
So I a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all beef
You soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixin' vodka and
I'm out blastin', takin' my enemies with me
And if not, scarred, so they will never forget me
forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin' how to act
I'm fallin' and I can't turn
Or it's the words from my man Killa Black
That I can't say so it's left a untold fact, my death
My to stay alive
Survival of the fit the strong survive

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

I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin' to get dough ya
When the dough get low the jewels go, but that
As long as fiends crack
be on the block hustlin countin' my stacks
No doubt, my back and proceed with caution
Five-oh lurkin', no time to get lost in the
Niggas usin' fake to get out quick
My brother did it and got bagged two ounces
I-llegal world where squads hit the hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that me up God
But shit for a reason
You find out who's your true peoples when upstate bleedin'
You can't find a to troop your bid wit'chu
Hit wit a 2 to 4 difficult
Wild on the streets I try to
Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run
Some niggas like to but I ain't wit that trickin' shit
I'm like a Jew, dough so I can big whip
Pushin' a Lex, now I'm set, to jet
No matter how loot I get I'm stayin' in the projects, forever
Jakes on the we out-clever
If beef, we separate and pull together
When worse comes to worse and my peoples first
Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings
My crew's all loot
lookin' cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
Puffin L's, back, enjoyin' the smell
In the Bridge gettin' down it ain't hard to
You realize