Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Survival Of The Fittest (feat. Gotti), artist - C-Murder. Album song Life or Death, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Survival Of The Fittest (feat. Gotti) |
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 |
Survival of the fittest, respect my come up Survival of the fittest, you better not run up 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 |
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 |
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 |