Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa B No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin? That old real shit.. ^Prodigy 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 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 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 Hennesey 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 Chorus: Mobb Deep 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..) ^Havoc I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin to get dough 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-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 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 seperate 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 Chorus: Mobb Deep 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 Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) (the strong survive) ^Prodigy Look in the eyes and get wise Look alive, in ninety-five, word up Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed Knahmsayin? Mobb Deep and all that..