Yeah... sending this one out... to my man Killa B
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No doubt indeed... with that weed... know what I'm saying?
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That old real shit...
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[Prodigy]
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There's a war going on outside no man is safe from
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You can run but you can't hide forever
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from these, streets that we done took
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You walking with ya head down; scared to look
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You shook, 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
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They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
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it's similar to Vietnam
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Now we all grown up and old and beyond the cop's control
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They better have the riot gear ready
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trying to bag me and get rocked steady
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by the Mac One-double, I touch you
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and leave you with not much to go home with
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My skin is thick, 'cause I be up in a mix of action
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if I'm not at home, puffing lye relaxing
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New York got a nigga depressed
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so I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
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God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
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into the drama I built, and all unfinished beef
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You will soon be killed, put us together
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It's like mixing vodka and milk
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I'm going out blasting, taking my enemies with me
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and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
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Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowing how to act
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I'm falling and I can't turn back
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Or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black
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that I can't say so it's left a untold fact
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Until my death, my goal's to stay alive
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Survival of the fit only the strong survive
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[Chorus:]
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Yo, yo
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We living this til the day that we die
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Survival of the fit only the strong survive (we still living it)
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We living this til the day that we die
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Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still living it)
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We living this til the day that we die
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Survival of the fit only the strong survive (we still living it)
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We living this til the day that we die
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Survival of the fit only the strong... (Thug life, we still living it)
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[Havoc]
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I'm trapped, in between two worlds, trying to make dough
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you know when the dough get low the jewels go
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But never that, as long as fiends smoke crack
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I be on the block hustling counting my stacks
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No doubt, watching my back and proceed with caution
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Five-ohs lurking, no time to get lost in -- the system
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brothers used to fake names to get out quick
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My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces
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I live a war where squads hit the block hard
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Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that messed me up God
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But things happen for a reason
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You find out who's the true peoples when you're up north bleeding
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You can't find a shorty to troop your bid with you
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Hit with a 2 to 4 it's difficult
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While on the streets I try to maintain
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Tight with my loot, the shorties like to run game
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Some brothers like to trick but I ain't on that tricking tip
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I'm like a Jew, saving dough so I can big whip
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Pushing a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
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No matter how much loot I get I'm staying in the projects, forever
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Jakes on the blocks we out-clever
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If beef, we never seperate and pull together
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When worse comes to worst, my peoples come first
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Try to react and word is bond, get your feelings hurt
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My crew's all about loot, forget looking cute
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I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
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Puffing L's, laid back, enjoying the smell
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In the Bridge, thumping I's, it ain't hard to tell
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You better realize
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[Chorus:]
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We living this til the day that we die
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Survival of the fit only the strong survive (we still living it)
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We living this til the day that we die
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Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still living it)
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We living this til the day that we die
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Survival of the fit only the strong survive (we still living it)
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We living this til the day that we die
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Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still living it)
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Look in the eyes and get wise
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Look alive, in ninety-five, word up
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Hypnotic Thug Life, get that ass paralyzed
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Know what I'm saying? Mobb Deep and all that...
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[Prodigy]
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I'm putting holes in ya body like ya bossing a party
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then drown your open sores with Bacardi
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Crazy as it seem, my mind is every thug's dream
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kill 'em clean |