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

There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe
You could run but you can't forever
these streets that we done took
You walkin' witcha head down scared to
You shook cause ain't no such as halfway crooks
They never around when the 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 rocked
By the mac one-double, I you
And leave you not much 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 York got a depressed
So I wear a underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot and begin to stroll
And to the I built, and all unfinished beef
You soon be killed, put us together
It's like vodka and milk
I'm goin' out blastin', my enemies with me
And if not, they scarred, so they will never me
forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin' how to act
I'm and I can't turn back
Or maybe it's the words my man Killa Black
That I can't say so it's left a fact, until 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 survive
(We livin' it)
We livin' til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong
(Thug life, we still it)
We livin' til the day that we die
Survival of the fit the strong survive
(We still it)
We this til the day that we die
(we livin' this til the day we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong
(survival of the fit the strong)

I'm trapped, in two worlds, tryin' to get dough ya know
the dough get low the jewels go, but never 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 hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that me up God
But shit for a reason
You out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin'
You can't find a to troop your bid wit'chu
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's
on the streets I try to maintain
Tight my loot, cause hoes like to run game
niggas like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin' shit
I'm like a Jew, dough so I can big whip
a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin' in the projects,
Jakes on the blocks we
If beef, we never separate and pull
worse comes to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get motherfuckin' feelings hurt
My crew's all about
Fuck cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
Puffin L's, laid back, the smell
In the Bridge gettin' down it hard to tell
You realize