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

There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe
You could run but you can't hide
From streets that we done took
You walkin' head down scared to look
You shook cause ain't no such things as crooks
They never around the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to
Now we all grown up and old, and the cop's control
They better have the riot ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked
By the mac one-double, I you
And leave you with not to go home wit'
My skin is thick, I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, puffin lye
New got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my
God bless my soul, before I put my foot and begin to stroll
And to the I built, and all unfinished beef
You will be killed, put us together
like mixin' vodka and milk
I'm out blastin', takin' my enemies with me
And if not, they scarred, so they will forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not how to act
I'm fallin' and I can't turn
Or maybe it's the words from my man Killa
That I can't say so it's left a fact, until my death
My to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the survive

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

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