C-Murder
Survival of the Fittest
[Intro]
Yo, yo what's up n***a
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 the fuck up before
See that n***a 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***a used to steal
And now I got a Navi with a mother fuckin' grill
One time chase a n***a through the alley fuckin' alley
Mad cause I fucked up my only pair of Bally's
I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school
Mother fuckas wanted to hang cause I used to act a fool
Started slangin' rocks cause the shit was fun
I used to bang at n***as just to see 'em run
N***a people started hearin' shit 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***a 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***as die, and real n***as 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***as 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***a 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 bitches, jealous n***as in disguise
Shootin' n***as till we die, Gambino's on the rise
My n***a 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 bastard, my pops was a thug
4 years in the pen for transportin' drugs
I was known in the hood as the n***a with the weight
Bitches 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 fuck the brown
My clientele was growin' started investin' in some other shit
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***a 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***a doin' wrong
That's why i'm still alive and been on top for so fuckin' 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]