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

There's a war on outside no man is safe from
You could run but you can't hide
From streets that we done took
You walkin' witcha head down scared to
You shook cause ain't no things as halfway crooks
They never when the beef cooks in my part of town
similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the control
They better have the 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 York got a 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 I built, and all unfinished beef
You will be killed, put us together
It's like mixin' and milk
I'm goin' out blastin', takin' my with me
And if not, they scarred, so will never forget me
Lord forgive me the got me not knowin' how to act
I'm fallin' and I can't back
Or maybe it's the words from my man Killa
That I can't say so it's left a untold fact, my death
My goal's to alive
of the fit only the strong survive

Yo, yo
We this til the day that we die
of the fit only the strong survive
(We livin' it)
We livin' til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the survive
(Thug life, we livin' it)
We livin' this til the day we die
Survival of the fit only the strong
(We still it)
We this til the day that we die
(we this til the day that we die)
of the fit only the strong 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 go, but never that
As long as smoke crack
be on the block hustlin countin' my stacks
No doubt, my back and proceed with caution
Five-oh lurkin', no time to get in the system
Niggas usin' names to get out quick
My did it and got bagged with two ounces
I-llegal world where squads hit the hard
Ask my man when he got bagged, that fucked me up God
But shit happens for a
You find out who's your peoples when you're upstate bleedin'
You find a shorty to troop your bid wit'chu
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's
Wild on the streets I try to
Tight with my loot, hoes like to run game
Some niggas like to but I ain't wit that trickin' shit
I'm a Jew, savin' dough so I can big whip
a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
No how much loot I get I'm stayin' in the projects, forever
on the blocks we out-clever
If beef, we never separate and together
worse comes to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings
My all about loot
lookin' cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
Puffin L's, laid back, the smell
In the Bridge gettin' down it ain't to tell
You better

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