C-Murder Survival of the Fittest Lyrics

Yo, yo what's up n____
You know the streets is a jungle
You gotta survive out here
You need a strong mind to do the s___ I do
You ever seen something blown the f___ up before
See that n____ 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 n____ used to steal
And now I got a Navi with a mother f___in' grill
One time chase a n____ through the alley f___in' alley
Mad cause I f___ed up my only pair of Bally's
I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school
Mother f___as wanted to hang cause I used to act a fool
Started slangin' rocks cause the s___ was fun
I used to bang at n____s just to see 'em run
n____ people started hearin' s___ started recognizing me
Big timers fronted me some c__e in a ride "G"
Dope became my business, no longer a hobby
I owed a n____ 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 n____s die, and real n____s 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 n____s 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____ 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 b____es, jealous n____s in disguise
Shootin' n____s till we die, Gambino's on the rise
My n____ 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 b______, my pops was a thug
4 years in the pen for transportin' drugs
I was known in the hood as the n____ with the weight
b____es 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___ the brown
My clientele was growin' started investin' in some other s___
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 n____ 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____ doin' wrong
That's why i'm still alive and been on top for so f___in' long
I had to spank some bustas, to show 'em I mean business
The ghetto is so wicked it's survival of the fittest

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