Mobb Deep, Crystal Johnson - Survival of the Fittest (Remix Extended Version ) lyrics

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 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
Survival of the fit only the strong
(Thug life, we still living it)

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
Niggas 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 fucked 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
These hoes like to run game
Some brothers like to trick but I
Ain't on 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 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 suit's
Puffing L's, laid back, enjoying the smell
In the Bridge, thumping Nas
It ain't hard to tell
Big Noyd dropping freestyle rhymes
At the sametime pumping dimes
Stash the loot so we can get high
Keep my mind in the sky reminisce the past
Fuck the past I live now and
Now it's time to make cash
So in the long run we can be on son
It's awesome extra gats just for war guns
Cuz there's drama everywhere I
Turn you better realize
Open your eyes and better learn to fy
Street loose, niggas without two's
Cock back the gat?
Queensbridge represent for gettin' down kid

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
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still living it)

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 mad beef, but fuck it
It goes 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