Survival of the Fittest (12" Single)

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