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| C-Murder Life Or Death Survival Of The Fittest Yo, yo what's up nigga You know the streets is a jungle You gotta survive out here You need a strong mind to do the shit I do You ever seen something blown the fuck up before See that nigga cross the street in that Cutlass Check this out (Chorus 2x) Survival of the fittest, respect my come up Survival of the fittest, you better not run up (C-Murder) I remember back in 89 a nigga used to steal And now I got a Navi with a mother fuckin' grill One time chase a nigga through the alley fuckin' alley Mad cause I fucked up my only pair of Bally's I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school Mother fuckas wanted to hang cause I used to act a fool Started slangin' rocks cause the shit was fun I used to bang at niggas just to see 'em run Nigga people started hearin' shit started recognizing me Big timers fronted me some coke in a ride "G" Dope became my business, no longer a hobby I owed a nigga 5 g's so I started robbin' I knew I had to move before I had to bang 'em up I'm a act a donkey if you don't respect my come up Dumb niggas die, and real niggas live This ghetto is so wicked I can't even trust my kids (Chorus 2x) (Gotti) Started in this game at the age of 13 Gettin' paid makin' money servin' crack to the fiends Hoes couldn't take me niggas gave me jealous looks To the world I was a man, to the feds I was a crook Put my face up in the paper, put my name in they books Cause they see a nigga ballin' off the birds that I cooked As the years went by still survival of the fittest Now i'm ridin' in the tank representin' to the fullest Puttin' bullets in you bitches, jealous niggas in disguise Shootin' niggas till we die, Gambino's on the rise My nigga Fiend up by my side, my enemies bound to die Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest (Chorus 2x) (C-Murder) I was born a bastard, my pops was a thug 4 years in the pen for transportin' drugs I was known in the hood as the nigga with the weight Bitches all up in my business, shippin' keys from state to state Triple beams in the project Calliope, where I broke 'em down Razor blade and baking soda, pure white fuck the brown My clientele was growin' started investin' in some other shit Barber shops on every block, even had a weed spot Moms and the kids put away up in the house Surveillance cameras and alarms to spook a nigga out Pitbulls in the backyard trained to kill Call my folks up on the phone before I made a deal I'm one step ahead of a nigga doin' wrong That's why i'm still alive and been on top for so fuckin' long I had to spank some bustas, to show 'em I mean business The ghetto is so wicked it's survival of the fittest (Chorus 2x) |
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