Survival Of The Fittest

Yo, yo, what's up nigga? You know the streets is a jungleYou gotta survive out hereYou need a strong mind to do the shit I doYou ever seen something blown up beforeSee that nigga cross the street in that CutlassCheck this out[Chorus x2]Survival of the fittest, respect my come upSurvival of the fittest, you better not run up[C-Murder]I remember back in 89 a nigga used to stealAnd now I got a Navi with a mothafucking grillOne time chase a nigga thru the fucking alleyMad cause I fucked up my only pair of Bally'sI used to smoke weed with the ballers after schoolMothafuckas wanted to hang cause I used to act a foolStarted slanging rocks becuase the shit was funI used to bang at niggaz just to see them runPeople started hearing shit started recognizing meBig timers fronted me some coke and a ride gDope became a business, no longer a hobbyI owed a nigga 5 g's so I started robbingI knew I had to move before I had to bang him upI'm a act a donkey if you don't respect my come upDumb niggaz die and real niggaz liveThe ghetto is so wicked I can't even trust my kids[Chorus x2][Gotti]Started in this game at the age of 13Getting paid making money serving crack to the fiendsHoes couldn't take me, niggaz gave me jealous looksTo the world I was a man, to the feds I was a crookPut my face up in the paper, put my name in they booksCause they see a nigga balling off the birds that I cookedAs the years went by still survival of the fittestNow I'm riding in the tank representing to the fullestPutting bullets in you bitches jealous niggaz in disguiseShooting niggaz til we die, Gambino's on the riseMy nigga Fiend up by my side, my enemy bound to dieGot no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest[Chorus x2][C-Murder]I was born a bastard, my pops was a thug4 Years in the pen for transporting drugsI was Known in the hood as a nigga with the weightBithces all up in my business, shipping keys from state to stateTriple beams in the project, Calliope where I broke 'em downRazor blades and baking soda, pure white fuck the brownMy clientele was growing started investing in some other shitBarber shops on every block, even had a weed spotMoms and the kids put away up in the houseA fellas Cameras in the lawn to spook a nigga outPitbulls in the backyard trained to killcall my folks up on the phone before I made a dealI'm one step ahead of a nigga doing wrongThat's why I'm still alive and been on top so fucking longI had to spank some busters, to show 'em I mean businessThe ghetto is so wicked its survival of the fittest[Chorus x2]