Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Havoc
Vocals
Prodigy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Latham
Recording Engineer
Tony Smalios
Mixing Engineer
Mobb Deep
Producer
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer
Matt Life
Executive Producer
Schott Free
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, sendin' this one out
To my man Killa B
No doubt, indeed, where that weed?
You know I'm sayin'?
That old real shit
[Verse 2]
There's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from
You could run, but you can't hide forever
From these streets that we done took
You walkin' 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 cop's 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, puffin' lye, relaxin'
New York got 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 mixin' vodka and milk
I'm goin' out blastin', takin' my enemies with me
And if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me, the Hennessy got me not knowin' how to act
I'm fallin' 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 is to stay alive
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
[Verse 3]
Yo, yo
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive (We still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive (We still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive, only the strong
[Verse 4]
I'm trapped in between two worlds, tryna to get dough, you know
When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that
As long as fiends smoke crack
I'll be on the block hustlin', countin' my stacks
No doubt, watchin' my back and proceed with caution
Five-o lurkin', no time to get lost in the system
**** usin' fake names to get out quick
My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a 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 bleedin'
You can't find a shorty to troop your bid with you
Hit with a two to four, it's difficult
While on the streets, I try to maintain
Tight with my loot, 'cause hoes like to run game
Some **** like to trick, but I ain't with that trickin' shit
I'm like a Jew, savin' dough so I can big whip
Pushin' a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get
I'm stayin' in the projects forever
Jakes on the blocks we out-clever
If beef, we never separate and pull together
When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfuckin' feelings hurt
My crew's all about loot
Fuck lookin' cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
Puffin' Ls, laid back, enjoyin' the smell
In the Bridge gettin' down, it ain't hard to tell
You better realize
[Verse 5]
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive (We still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive (We still livin' it)
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive, strong survive (Thug life, we still livin' it)
[Verse 6]
Open your eyes and get wise
Look alive, in ninety-five, word up
Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed
You know what I'm sayin'?
Mobb Deep and all that
Written by: Albert Johnson, Kejuan Muchita