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モブ・ディープ( Mobb Deep )
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Survival of the Fittest
Yeah, sendin' this one out to my man, Killa B No doubt indeed without weed, knahmsayin'? That old real shit
There's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from You could run but you can't hide forever From these streets that we done took You walkin' witcha head down, scared to look
You shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks They never around when the beef cooks In my part of town, it's similar to Vietnam Now we all grown up and old and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready Tryin' to bag me and get rock steady By the Mac one double, I touch you And leave you with not much to go home wit
My skin is thick 'cause I be up in the mix of action If I'm not at home, puffin' lye, relaxin' New York got a nigga depressed So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul Before I put my foot down and begin to stroll And to the drama I built and all unfinished beef You will soon be killed Put us together, it's like mixin' vodka and milk
I'm goin out blastin', takin' my enemies with me And if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me Lord forgive me, the Hennessey got me not knowin' how to act I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
Or maybe it's the words from my man, Killa Black That I can't say, so it's left a untold fact Until my death, my goal's to stay alive Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive We livin' this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive We livin' this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
I'm trippin', in between two worlds, tryin' to get dough もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Y'know, when the dough get low, the jewels go But never that, as long as fiends smoke crack I'll be on the block hustlin', countin' my stacks
No doubt, watchin' my back and proceed with caution Five 0 lurkin', no time to get lost in the system Niggaz usin' fake names to get out quick My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live in a world where squads hit the block hard Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God But shit happens for a reason You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin'
You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu Hit wit a 2 to 4, it's difficult Wild on the streets, I try to maintain Tight with my loot 'cause hoes like to run game
Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin' shit I'm like a Jew, savin' dough so I can big whip Pushin' a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet No matter how much loot I get, I'm stayin' in the projects
Forever jakes on the blocks, we out clever If beef, we never separate and pull together When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings hurt
My crew's all about loot, fuck lookin' cute I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits Puffin' L's, laid back, enjoyin' the smell In the Bridge gettin' down, it ain't hard to tell You better realize
We livin' this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive We livin' this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive We livin' this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
Look in the eyes and get wise Look alive in '95, word up Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed Knahmsayin'? Mobb Deep and all that
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