| Yo, yo, what’s up nigga? |
| You know the streets is a jungle
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| You gotta survive out here
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| You need a strong mind to do the shit I do You ever seen something blown up before
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| See that nigga cross the street in that Cutlass
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| Check this out
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| 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
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| And now I got a Navi with a mothafucking grill
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| One time chase a nigga thru the fucking alley
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| Mad cause I fucked up my only pair of Bally’s
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| I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school
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| Mothafuckas wanted to hang cause I used to act a fool
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| Started slanging rocks becuase the shit was fun
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| I used to bang at niggaz just to see them run
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| 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
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| I owed a nigga 5 g’s so I started robbing
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| I knew I had to move before I had to bang him up
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| I’m a act a donkey if you don’t respect my come up Dumb niggaz die and real niggaz live
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| The ghetto is so wicked I can’t even trust my kids
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| Started in this game at the age of 13
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| Getting paid making money serving crack to the fiends
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| Hoes couldn’t take me, niggaz gave me jealous looks
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| To the world I was a man, to the feds I was a crook
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| Put my face up in the paper, put my name in they books
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| Cause they see a nigga balling off the birds that I cooked
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| As the years went by still survival of the fittest
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| Now I’m riding in the tank representing to the fullest
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| Putting bullets in you bitches jealous niggaz in disguise
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| Shooting niggaz til we die, Gambino’s on the rise
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| My nigga Fiend up by my side, my enemy bound to die
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| Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest
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| I was born a bastard, my pops was a thug
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| 4 Years in the pen for transporting drugs
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| I was Known in the hood as a nigga with the weight
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| Bithces all up in my business, shipping keys from state to state
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| Triple beams in the project, Calliope where I broke 'em down
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| Razor blades and baking soda, pure white fuck the brown
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| My clientele was growing started investing in some other shit
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| Barber shops on every block, even had a weed spot
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| Moms and the kids put away up in the house
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| A fellas Cameras in the lawn to spook a nigga out
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| Pitbulls in the backyard trained to kill
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| call my folks up on the phone before I made a deal
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| I’m one step ahead of a nigga doing wrong
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| That’s why I’m still alive and been on top so fucking long
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| I had to spank some busters, to show 'em I mean business
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| The ghetto is so wicked its survival of the fittest |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Survival Of The Fittest (feat. Gotti) , by - C-Murder. Song from the album Life or Death, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп