SurvivaloftheFittest

Yeah sendin this one out to my man killa b

No doubt indeed without w**d knowhatimsayin

That old real sh*t

Theres 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

Its similar to vietnam

Now we all grown up and old and beyond the cops control

They better have the riot gear ready

Tryin to bag me and get rocked 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 ni**a 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

Its 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 hennesey got me not knowin how to act

I'm fallin and I can't turn back

Or maybe its the words from my man killa black

That I can't say so its left a untold fact until my death

My goals to stay alive

Survival of the fit only the strong survive

Yo yo

We livin this til the day that we die

Survival of the fit only the strong survive

(we still livin it)

We livin this til the day that we die

Survival of the fit only the strong survive

(thug life we still livin it)

We livin this til the day that we die

Survival of the fit only the strong survive

(we still livin it)

We livin this til the day that we die

(we livin this til the day that we die)

Survival of the fit only the strong survive

(survival of the fit only the strong )

I'm trapped in between two worlds tryin to get dough yknow

When the dough get low the jewels go but never that

As long as fiends smoke crack

Ill be on the block hustlin countin my stacks

No doubt watchin my back and proceed with caution

Five-oh 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-llegal world where squads hit the block hard

Ask my man twin when he got bagged that f**ked me up god

But sh*t happens for a reason

You find out whos 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 its difficult

Wild on the streets I try to maintain