Survival of the Fittest lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, yo what's up n*gga
You know the streets is a jungle
You gotta survive out here
You need a strong mind to do the sh*t I do
You ever seen something blown the f*ck up before
See that n*gga cross the street in that Cutlass
Check this out

[Chorus 2x]
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 n*gga used to steal
And now I got a Navi with a mother f*ckin' grill
One time chase a n*gga through the alley f*ckin' alley
Mad cause I f*cked up my only pair of Bally's
I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school
Mother f*ckas wanted to hang cause I used to act a fool
Started slangin' rocks cause the sh*t was fun
I used to bang at n*ggas just to see 'em run
n*gga people started hearin' sh*t started recognizing me
Big timers fronted me some coke in a ride "G"
Dope became my business, no longer a hobby
I owed a n*gga 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 n*ggas die, and real n*ggas live
This ghetto is so wicked I can't even trust my kids
[Chorus 2x]

[Gotti]
Started in this game at the age of 13
Gettin' paid makin' money servin' crack to the fiends
Hoes couldn't take me n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 b*tches, jealous n*ggas in disguise
Shootin' n*ggas till we die, Gambino's on the rise
My n*gga Fiend up by my side, my enemies bound to die
Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest

[Chorus 2x]

[C-Murder]
I was born a bast*rd, my pops was a thug
4 years in the pen for transportin' drugs
I was known in the hood as the n*gga with the weight
b*tches 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 f*ck the brown
My clientele was growin' started investin' in some other sh*t
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 n*gga 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 n*gga doin' wrong
That's why i'm still alive and been on top for so f*ckin' long
I had to spank some bustas, to show 'em I mean business
The ghetto is so wicked it's survival of the fittest
[Chorus 2x]