Yeah sending this one out to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin?
That old real shit

[Verse 1 - Prodigy]
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 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 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

[Hook]
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..)

[Verse 2 - Havoc]
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 fucked me up God
But shit 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 motherfucking feelings hurt
My crew's all about loot
Fuck 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

[Hook]

[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