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C-Murder - Survival Of The Fittest

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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]

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