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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 no man is safe from
You run but you can't hide forever
these streets that we done took
You walkin' head down scared to look
You shook cause ain't no such things as crooks
never 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 have the riot gear
Tryin' to bag me and get steady
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 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 soon be killed, put us
It's like mixin' vodka and
I'm goin' out blastin', my enemies with me
And if not, they scarred, so they never forget me
Lord forgive me the got me not knowin' how to act
I'm fallin' and I can't back
Or maybe 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 stay
of the fit only the strong survive

Yo, yo
We this 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 livin' it)
We this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong
(We livin' it)
We this 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 ya know
When the get low the jewels go, but never that
As long as fiends smoke
I'll be on the block hustlin my stacks
No doubt, watchin' my 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 he got bagged, that fucked me up God
But shit for a reason
You find out who's your true 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 streets I try to
Tight with my loot, cause like to run game
niggas like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin' shit
I'm like a Jew, savin' so I can big whip
Pushin' a Lex, now I'm set, to jet
No matter how much loot I get I'm in the projects, forever
Jakes on the blocks we
If beef, we never and pull together
When worse comes to worse and my come first
Try to react and get them feelings hurt
My crew's all about
Fuck cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
Puffin L's, back, enjoyin' the smell
In the Bridge down it ain't hard to tell
You better