C-murder F- Gotti Survival Of The Fittest Lyrics

Survival Of The Fittest Lyrics

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]