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C-Murder F/ Gotti Miscellaneous 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 up before See that nigga cross the street in that Cutlass Check this out [Chorus x2] 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 mothafucking grill One time chase a nigga thru the fucking alley Mad cause I fucked up my only pair of Bally's I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school Mothafuckas wanted to hang cause I used to act a fool Started slanging rocks becuase the shit was fun I used to bang at niggaz just to see them run People started hearing shit started recognizing me Big timers fronted me some coke and a ride g Dope became a business, no longer a hobby I owed a nigga 5 g's so I started robbing I knew I had to move before I had to bang him up I'm a act a donkey if you don't respect my come up Dumb niggaz die and real niggaz live The ghetto is so wicked I can't even trust my kids [Chorus x2] [Gotti] Started in this game at the age of 13 Getting paid making money serving crack to the fiends Hoes couldn't take me, niggaz 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 balling off the birds that I cooked As the years went by still survival of the fittest Now I'm riding in the tank representing to the fullest Putting bullets in you bitches jealous niggaz in disguise Shooting niggaz til we die, Gambino's on the rise My nigga Fiend up by my side, my enemy bound to die Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest [Chorus x2] [C-Murder] I was born a bastard, my pops was a thug 4 Years in the pen for transporting drugs I was Known in the hood as a nigga with the weight Bithces all up in my business, shipping keys from state to state Triple beams in the project, Calliope where I broke 'em down Razor blades and baking soda, pure white fuck the brown My clientele was growing started investing in some other shit Barber shops on every block, even had a weed spot Moms and the kids put away up in the house A fellas Cameras in the lawn 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 doing wrong That's why I'm still alive and been on top so fucking long I had to spank some busters, to show 'em I mean business The ghetto is so wicked its survival of the fittest [Chorus x2] |
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