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 sh** i do You ever seen something blown the f** up before See that n***a cross the street in that cutla** 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 f**in' grill One time chase a n***a through the alley f**in' alley Mad cause i f**ed up my only pair of bally's I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school Mother f**as wanted to hang cause i used to act a fool Started slangin' rocks cause the sh** was fun I used to bang at n***as just to see 'em run n***a people started hearin' sh** 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 b**hes, 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 ba*tard, my pops was a thug 4 years in the pen for transportin' d** I was known in the hood as the n***a with the weight b**hes 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** the brown My clientele was growin' started investin' in some other sh** 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 k** 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 f**in' 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)