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 the fuck up before

See that nigga cross the street in that cutlass

Check this out



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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 mother fuckin' grill

One time chase a nigga through the alley fuckin' alley

Mad cause i fucked up my only pair of bally's

I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school

Mother fuckas wanted to hang cause i used to act a fool

Started slangin' rocks cause the shit was fun

I used to bang at niggas just to see 'em run

Nigga people started hearin' shit started recognizing me

Big timers fronted me some coke in a ride "g"

Dope became my business, no longer a hobby

I owed a nigga 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 niggas die, and real niggas live

This ghetto is so wicked i can't even trust my kids



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(gotti)

Started in this game at the age of 13

Gettin' paid makin' money servin' crack to the fiends

Hoes couldn't take me niggas 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 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 bitches, jealous niggas in disguise

Shootin' niggas till we die, gambino's on the rise

My nigga fiend up by my side, my enemies bound to die

Got no mercy in my eyes label gotti one of the realest



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(c-murder)

I was born a bastard, my pops was a thug

4 years in the pen for transportin' drugs

I was known in the hood as the nigga with the weight

Bitches 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 fuck the brown

My clientele was growin' started investin' in some other shit

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 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 doin' wrong

That's why i'm still alive and been on top for so fuckin' 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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