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

There's a war goin' on no man is safe from
You could run but you can't hide
From these streets that we done
You walkin' witcha head down to look
You cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's to Vietnam
Now we all up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked
By the mac one-double, I you
And leave you not much to go home wit'
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of
If I'm not at home, puffin lye
New York got a depressed
So I wear a slug-proof my Guess
God bless my soul, I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished
You soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixin' vodka and
I'm goin' out blastin', my enemies with me
And if not, they scarred, so they will 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 goal's to alive
Survival of the fit only the strong

Yo, yo
We this 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 livin' til the day that we die
of the fit only the strong survive
(We livin' it)
We livin' til the day that we die
(we this 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, tryin' to get dough ya
When the dough get low the jewels go, but never
As long as fiends smoke
I'll be on the block hustlin countin' my
No doubt, watchin' my back and proceed 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 world where hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, fucked me up God
But shit happens for a
You find out who's your true peoples you're upstate bleedin'
You find a shorty to troop your bid wit'chu
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's
on the streets I try to maintain
Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run
Some niggas like to trick but I ain't wit trickin' shit
I'm like a Jew, savin' 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
on the blocks we out-clever
If beef, we separate and pull together
When worse comes to worse and my peoples come
Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings
My all about loot
Fuck lookin' cute, I'm strictly Timb and army certified suits
L's, laid back, enjoyin' the smell
In the gettin' down it ain't hard to tell
You realize