MOBB DEEP – SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST

Lyrics

[Intro: Prodigy]
Yeah, sendin' this one out
To my man, Killer B
No doubt indeed
Where that weed?
Nomsayin'?
That old real shit
[Prodigy]
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 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' 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
Into 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's to stay alive
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
[Havoc]
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
[Havoc]
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
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 is 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 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 worst, 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 L's, laid back, enjoyin' the smell
In the Bridge, gettin' down, it ain't hard to tell
You better realize
[Mobb Deep]
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
[Outro: Prodigy]
Open your eyes and get wise
Look alive, in '95, word up
Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed
Nomsayin? Mobb Deep and all that

Paroles (Traduction)

[Intro: Prodigy]
Ouais, je dédie celui-ci
À mon gars, Killer B
Sans aucun doute
Où est l'herbe ?
Tu vois ce que je veux dire ?
Ce vieux vrai truc
[Prodigy]
Il y a une guerre dehors à laquelle aucun homme n'est à l'abri
Tu pourrais courir, mais tu ne pourras pas te cacher éternellement
De ces rues que nous avons conquises
Tu marches la tête baissée, effrayé de regarder
Tu es secoué, car il n'y a pas de demi-mesures
Ils ne sont jamais là quand la bagarre éclate dans mon quartier
C'est similaire au Vietnam
Maintenant, nous sommes tous adultes et vieux, et au-delà du contrôle des flics
Ils feraient mieux d'avoir l'équipement anti-émeute prêt
Essayer de m'attraper et de me mettre à terre solidement
Avec le MAC un-double, je te touche
Et je te laisse pas grand-chose pour rentrer chez toi
Ma peau est épaisse, car je suis au cœur de l'action
Si je ne suis pas chez moi, à fumer de l'herbe, à me détendre
New York me déprime
Alors je porte une protection anti-balles sous mon Guess
Que Dieu bénisse mon âme
Avant de poser mon pied et de commencer à marcher
Dans le drame que j'ai créé
Et toute querelle inachevée, tu seras bientôt tué
Nous ensemble, c'est comme mélanger de la vodka et du lait
Je sors en tirant, emmenant mes ennemis avec moi
Et sinon, ils sont marqués, donc ils ne m'oublieront jamais
Seigneur, pardonne-moi
Le Hennessy me fait agir sans réfléchir
Je tombe et je ne peux pas faire demi-tour
Ou peut-être que ce sont les paroles de mon gars Killa Black
Que je ne peux pas dire, donc c'est un fait non dit
Jusqu'à ma mort, mon objectif

Thématique Survie

Style Rap

Keywords Hardcore, New York

Entités normées Mobb Deep, The Infamous