C-murder - Survival Of The Fittest Lyrics
Yo, yo whats up niggaYou know the streets is a jungleYou gotta survive out hereYou need a strong mind to do the shit I doYou ever seen something blown the ***** up beforeSee that nigga cross the street in that cutlassCheck this out(chorus 2x)Survival of the fittest, respect my come upSurvival of the fittest, you better not run up(c-murder)I remember back in 89 a nigga used to stealAnd now I got a navi with a mother *****in grillOne time chase a nigga through the alley *****in alleyMad cause I *****ed up my only pair of ballysI used to smoke weed with the ballers after schoolMother *****as wanted to hang cause I used to act a foolStarted slangin rocks cause the shit was funI used to bang at niggas just to see em runNigga people started hearin shit started recognizing meBig timers fronted me some coke in a ride gDope became my business, no longer a hobbyI owed a nigga 5 gs so I started robbinI knew I had to move before I had to bang em upIm a act a donkey if you dont respect my come upDumb niggas die, and real niggas liveThis ghetto is so wicked I cant even trust my kids(chorus 2x)(gotti)Started in this game at the age of 13Gettin paid makin money servin crack to the fiendsHoes couldnt take me niggas gave me jealous looksTo the world I was a man, to the feds I was a crookPut my face up in the paper, put my name in they booksCause they see a nigga ballin off the birds that I cookedAs the years went by still survival of the fittestNow Im ridin in the tank representin to the fullestPuttin bullets in you *****es, jealous niggas in disguiseShootin niggas till we die, gambinos on the riseMy nigga fiend up by my side, my enemies bound to dieGot no mercy in my eyes label gotti one of the realest(chorus 2x)(c-murder)I was born a bastard, my pops was a thug4 years in the pen for transportin drugsI was known in the hood as the nigga with the weight*****es all up in my business, shippin keys from state to stateTriple beams in the project calliope, where I broke em downRazor blade and baking soda, pure white ***** the brownMy clientele was growin started investin in some other shitBarber shops on every block, even had a weed spotMoms and the kids put away up in the houseSurveillance cameras and alarms to spook a nigga outPitbulls in the backyard trained to killCall my folks up on the phone before I made a dealIm one step ahead of a nigga doin wrongThats why Im still alive and been on top for so *****in longI had to spank some bustas, to show em I mean businessThe ghetto is so wicked its survival of the fittest(chorus 2x)
