c murder – survival of the fittest lyrics
yo, yo, what’s up n-gg-? 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 up before
see that n-gg- cross the street in that cutl-ss
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 n-gg- used to steal
and now i got a navi with a mothaf-cking grill
one time chase a n-gg- thru the f-cking alley
mad cause i f-cked up my only pair of bally’s
i used to smoke weed with the ballers after school
mothaf-ckas wanted to hang cause i used to act a fool
started slanging rocks becuase the sh-t was fun
i used to bang at n-gg-z just to see them run
people started hearing sh-t started recognizing me
big timers fronted me some c-ke and a ride g
dope became a business, no longer a hobby
i owed a n-gg- 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 n-gg-z die and real n-gg-z 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, n-gg-z 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 n-gg- 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 b-tches jealous n-gg-z in disguise
shooting n-gg-z til we die, gambino’s on the rise
my n-gg- 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 b-st-rd, my pops was a thug
4 years in the pen for transporting drugs
i was known in the hood as a n-gg- 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 f-ck the brown
my clientele was growing started investing 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
a fellas cameras in the lawn to spook a n-gg- 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 n-gg- doing wrong
that’s why i’m still alive and been on top so f-cking long
i had to spank some busters, to show ’em i mean business
the ghetto is so wicked it’s survival of the fittest
[chorus x2]
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