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

There's a war goin' on outside no man is from
You could run but you can't hide
From streets that we done took
You walkin' witcha head down scared to
You shook ain't no such things as halfway crooks
never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's
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 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 a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all beef
You will be killed, put us together
It's mixin' vodka and milk
I'm goin' out blastin', my enemies with me
And if not, they scarred, so they will never me
Lord me the Hennesey got me not knowin' how to act
I'm and I can't turn back
Or maybe it's the 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 survive

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

I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin' to get ya know
When the dough get low the jewels go, but that
As long as smoke crack
I'll be on the block hustlin countin' my
No doubt, watchin' my and proceed with caution
lurkin', no time to get lost in the system
Niggas usin' fake names to get out
My did it and got bagged with two ounces
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 find out 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 difficult
Wild on the streets I try to
Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run
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 how much loot I get I'm stayin' in the projects, forever
Jakes on the we out-clever
If beef, we never separate and pull
When worse to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings
My crew's all about
Fuck lookin' cute, I'm Timb boots and army certified suits
L's, laid back, enjoyin' the smell
In the Bridge down it ain't hard to tell
You realize