Survival-Prince Fari

Survival Of The Fittest-Mobb Deep - Original Soundtrack Yeah sending this one out to my man Killa B No doubt indeed.. without weed.. kno what I'm say in? That old real shit There's a war going on outside, no man is safe from You could run but you can't hide forever From these, streets, that we done took You walking with your 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 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 with My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action If I'm not at home, puffing lye relaxin' New York got a n***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 It's like mixing vodka and milk I'm goin out blasting, taking my enemies with me And if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowing how to act I'm falling and I can't turn back Or maybe it's the words from my man Killer 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 Yo, yo We living this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive We still living it We living this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive Thug life, we still living it We living this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive We still living it We living this 'til the day that we die we living 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, trying 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 hustling counting my stacks No doubt, watching my back and proceed with caution Five-oh lurking, no time to get lost in the system Niggas using fake names to get out quick My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces Illegal world where squads hit the block hard Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that f**ked me up God But s**t happens for a reason You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleeding You can't find a shorty to troop your bid with you Hit with 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 niggas like to trick but I ain't with that tricking shit I'm like a Jew, saving dough so I can big whip Pushing a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects Forever, Jakes on the blocks we out-clever If beef, we never separate and pull together When worse comes to worst, my peoples come first Try to react and get them motherf**king feelings hurt My crew's all about loot F**k looking cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and Army certified suits Puffin L's, laid back, enjoying the smell In the Bridge getting down it ain't hard to tell You better realize Yo, yo We living this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive We still living it We living this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive Thug life, we still living it We living this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive We still living it We living this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive survival of the fit only the strong.. 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