C-murder 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 sh*t I do 
You ever seen something blown the f**k 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 f**kin' grill 
One time chase a nigga through the alley f**kin' alley 
Mad cause I f**ked up my only pair of Bally's 
I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school 
Mother f**kas wanted to hang cause I used to act a fool 
Started slangin' rocks cause the sh*t was fun 
I used to bang at niggas just to see 'em run 
Nigga people started hearin' sh*t 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 bit*hes, 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 
Bit*hes 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 f**k the brown 
My clientele was growin' started investin' in some other sh*t 
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 f**kin' 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)