survival of the fittest (remix) (extended version)

yeah. sending this one out. to my man killa b

no doubt indeed. with that weed. know what i'm saying?

that old real shit. there's a war going on outside no man is safe from

you can run but you can't hide forever

from these

streets that we done took

you walking with ya 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

trying 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 a mix of action

if i'm not at home

puffing lye relaxing

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

into 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 going 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 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

yo

yo

we living this til the day that we die

survival of the fit only the strong survive

we living this til the day that we die

survival of the fit only the strong survive

we living this til the day that we die

survival of the fit only the strong survive

we living this til the day that we die

survival of the fit only the strong. i'm trapped

in between two worlds

trying to make dough

you know when the dough get low the jewels go

but never that

as long as fiends smoke crack

i be on the block hustling counting my stacks

no doubt

watching my back and proceed with caution

five-ohs lurking

no time to get lost in -- the system

brothers used to fake names to get out quick

my brother did it and got bagged with two ounces

i live a war where squads hit the block hard

ask my man twin when he got bagged

that messed me up god

but things happen for a reason

you find out who's the true peoples when you're up north bleeding

you can't find a shorty to troop your bid with you

hit with a 2 to 4 it's difficult

while on the streets i try to maintain

tight with my loot

the shorties like to run game

some brothers like to trick but i ain't on that tricking tip

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 seperate and pull together

when worse comes to worst

my peoples come first

try to react and word is bond

get your feelings hurt

my crew's all about loot

forget looking cute

i'm strictly timb boots and army certified suits

puffing l's

laid back

enjoying the smell

in the bridge

thumping i's

it ain't hard to tell

you better realize

we living this til the day that we die

survival of the fit only the strong survive

we living this til the day that we die

survival of the fit only the strong survive

we living this til the day that we die

survival of the fit only the strong survive

we living this til the day that we die

survival of the fit only the strong survive

look in the eyes and get wise

look alive

in ninety-five

word up

hypnotic thug life

get that ass paralyzed

know what i'm saying? mobb deep and all that. i'm putting holes in ya body like ya bossing a party

then drown your open sores with bacardi

crazy as it seem

my mind is every thug's dream

kill 'em clean and leave the murder weapon at the crime-scene

i got a bag of tricks for all you wanna-be hard rock dicks

and start running when my gun kicks

leaving niggas dead on arrival

and keeping it real is my means of survival

i rise to the top while you fall on your face

so coward-ass niggas just stay in ya place

i won't lie. and i don't give a fuck if i die

you can tell a real nigga by the look in his eye

mobb deep

and we got that beef

but fuck it

it goess with the territory

we stuck with it

i admit

i didn't do it

the glock did it

i should've got a bid

but the case was acquitted

you want a future with kids and a wife?

i rather drop while i'm living the street life

get high like the motherfuckin champion

bust a cap in ya back and i stash the gun

you better realize