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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
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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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