Scott Free - Survival of the Fittest lyrics

[Intro: Prodigy] Yeah, sending this one out To my man k**a B No doubt indeed Where that weed? Nomsayin'? That old real sh** [Verse 1: Prodigy] There's a war going on outside no man is safe from You could run, but you can't hide forever From these streets that we done took You walking 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 cops' 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' lah, relaxin' New York got a n***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 k**ed Put us together, it's like mixing vodka and milk I'm goin out blastin', 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 k**a Black That I can't say so it's left a untold fact Until my d**h, my goal's to stay alive Survival of the fit, only the strong survive [Hook: Havoc] 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 survive [Verse 2: Havoc] I'm trapped, in between two worlds, trying to get dough Y'know, when the dough get low the j**els go But never that, as long as fiends smoke crack I'll be on the block hustlin', counting my stacks No doubt, watching my back and proceed with caution Five-oh lurking, no time to get lost in the system n***as using 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 f**ed me up, God But sh** 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 2 to 4 is difficult Wild on the streets, I try to maintain Tight with my loot, ‘cause hoes like to run game Some n***as like to trick, but I ain't with that trickin' sh** 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 separate and pull together When worse comes to worst, my peoples come first Try to react and get them motherf**ing feelings hurt My crew's all about loot; f** looking cute! I'm strictly Timb boots and Army certified suits Puffin L's, laid back, enjoying the smell; in the Bridge getting down, it ain't hard to tell, you better realize [Hook: Mobb Deep] 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 survive [Prodigy] Open your eyes and get wise Look alive, in '95, word up Hypnotic thug life, get that a** paralyzed Nomsayin? Mobb Deep and all that