survival of the fittest lyrics – c-murder

yo, yo, what’s up n*gg*? 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 up before
see that n*gg* cross the street in that cutl*ss
check this out

[chorus x2]

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*gg* used to steal
and now i got a navi with a mothaf*cking grill
one time chase a n*gg* thru the f*cking alley
mad cause i f*cked up my only pair of bally’s
i used to smoke weed with the ballers after school
mothaf*ckas wanted to hang cause i used to act a fool
started slanging rocks becuase the sh*t was fun
i used to bang at n*gg*z just to see them run
people started hearing sh*t started recognizing me
big timers fronted me some c*ke and a ride g
dope became a business, no longer a hobby
i owed a n*gg* 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 n*gg*z die and real n*gg*z live
the ghetto is so wicked i can’t even trust my kids

[chorus x2]

[gotti]

started in this game at the age of 13
getting paid making money serving crack to the fiends
hoes couldn’t take me, n*gg*z 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*gg* 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 b*tches jealous n*gg*z in disguise
shooting n*gg*z til we die, gambino’s on the rise
my n*gg* fiend up by my side, my enemy bound to die
got no mercy in my eyes label gotti one of the realest

[chorus x2]

[c-murder]

i was born a b*st*rd, my pops was a thug
4 years in the pen for transporting drugs
i was known in the hood as a n*gg* 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 f*ck the brown
my clientele was growing started investing 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
a fellas cameras in the lawn to spook a n*gg* 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*gg* doing wrong
that’s why i’m still alive and been on top so f*cking long
i had to spank some busters, to show ’em i mean business
the ghetto is so wicked it’s survival of the fittest

[chorus x2]

/ c murder lyrics