Survival of the Fittest

Yo, yo what`s up nigga<br>You know the streets is a jungle<br>You gotta survive out here<br>You need a strong mind to do the shit I do<br>You ever seen something blown the fuck up before<br>See that nigga cross the street in that Cutlass<br>Check this out<br><br>(Chorus 2x)<br>Survival of the fittest, respect my come up<br>Survival of the fittest, you better not run up<br><br>(C-Murder)<br>I remember back in 89 a nigga used to steal<br>And now I got a Navi with a mother fuckin` grill<br>One time chase a nigga through the alley fuckin` alley<br>Mad cause I fucked up my only pair of Bally`s<br>I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school<br>Mother fuckas wanted to hang cause I used to act a fool<br>Started slangin` rocks cause the shit was fun<br>I used to bang at niggas just to see `em run<br>Nigga people started hearin` shit started recognizing me<br>Big timers fronted me some coke in a ride "G"<br>Dope became my business, no longer a hobby<br>I owed a nigga 5 g`s so I started robbin`<br>I knew I had to move before I had to bang `em up<br>I`m a act a donkey if you don`t respect my come up<br>Dumb niggas die, and real niggas live<br>This ghetto is so wicked I can`t even trust my kids<br><br>(Chorus 2x)<br><br>(Gotti)<br>Started in this game at the age of 13<br>Gettin` paid makin` money servin` crack to the fiends<br>Hoes couldn`t take me niggas gave me jealous looks<br>To the world I was a man, to the feds I was a crook<br>Put my face up in the paper, put my name in they books<br>Cause they see a nigga ballin` off the birds that I cooked<br>As the years went by still survival of the fittest<br>Now i`m ridin` in the tank representin` to the fullest<br>Puttin` bullets in you bitches, jealous niggas in disguise<br>Shootin` niggas till we die, Gambino`s on the rise<br>My nigga Fiend up by my side, my enemies bound to die<br>Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest<br><br>(Chorus 2x)<br><br>(C-Murder)<br>I was born a bastard, my pops was a thug<br>4 years in the pen for transportin` drugs<br>I was known in the hood as the nigga with the weight<br>Bitches all up in my business, shippin` keys from state to state<br>Triple beams in the project Calliope, where I broke `em down<br>Razor blade and baking soda, pure white fuck the brown<br>My clientele was growin` started investin` in some other shit<br>Barber shops on every block, even had a weed spot<br>Moms and the kids put away up in the house<br>Surveillance cameras and alarms to spook a nigga out<br>Pitbulls in the backyard trained to kill<br>Call my folks up on the phone before I made a deal<br>I`m one step ahead of a nigga doin` wrong<br>That`s why i`m still alive and been on top for so fuckin` long<br>I had to spank some bustas, to show `em I mean business<br>The ghetto is so wicked it`s survival of the fittest<br><br>(Chorus 2x)