C-Murder F/ Gotti - "Survival Of The Fittest" lyrics

Yo, yo, what's up nigga' You know the streets is a jungle You gotta survive out here You ever seen something blown up before You need a strong mind to do the shit I do 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 I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school Mad cause I fucked up my only pair of Bally's Mothafuckas wanted to hang cause I used to act a fool Started slanging rocks becuase the shit was fun People started hearing shit started recognizing me Big timers fronted me some coke and a ride g I used to bang at niggaz just to see them run 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 To the world I was a man, to the feds I was a crook Hoes couldn't take me, niggaz gave me jealous looks 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 Bithces all up in my business, shipping keys from state to state I was Known in the hood as a nigga with the weight Razor blades and baking soda, pure white fuck the brown Triple beams in the project, Calliope where I broke 'em down My clientele was growing started investing in some other shit Barber shops on every block, even had a weed spot Pitbulls in the backyard trained to kill Moms and the kids put away up in the house A fellas Cameras in the lawn to spook a nigga out 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]