Mobb Deep - Survival Of The Fittest 2 (ESPN Remix) lyrics

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 witcha 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 wit
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 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 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 Hennesey 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's to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive

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
(we livin this til the day that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(survival of the fit only the strong)

I'm trapped, in between two worlds
Tryin 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
Hustlin countin my stacks no doubt
Watchin my back and proceed with caution
Five oh lurkin
No time to get lost in - the system
Niggas usin 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 bleedin
You can't find a shorty to
Troop your bid witchu
Hit wit 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 wit 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 seperate 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 suit's
Puffin L's, laid back, enjoyin the smell
In the Bridge gettin down it
Ain't hard to tell you better realize

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
(Thug life, we still livin it)
(the strong survive)