WC - Survival of the Fittest lyrics

[W.C.] Uh, dat's riir, niir! Back once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest Introducing ya'll to the newest members of my clique: Young Shane, wit Young Hogs, Dre'sta the Gangsta And we are: Bandana Swangin' Productions (Yo, Toones!) Can you feel this realness? Nothin' can save ya From the school full of big tails, Dickies and Ben Davis The one and only witta chrome pistole For those who don't know me: Bandana Swangin' Parole Dub witta capital 3rd letter Down for whatever, whenever takin' the berettas to bangin' for cheddar Forever bailin' in my overalls and work- (?) Breakin' jaws Dre'sta the Gangsta, Dub C and the Young Hogs [Young Shane] It's the young Desperado! My model is to bang foe the hood Bring the pain foe the hood, cuz it's all tooted good On the reala, a young k**a, a young thrilla, mashin' The enemy goes down for (?) scrilla To whom it may concern: fool, I need a "Burn" like Militia All ridas creepin' about to getcha It's the same, loc, don't get it twisted when I bail through One Bandana Swangin' wit bottles on both sides Chorus: Survival of the fittest and we wit this Who wanna witness? All my rides wit hustle handle their business (?) Survival of the fittest and we wit this Who wanna witness? All my ladies wit hustle handle their business (?) Survival of the fittest and we wit this Who wanna witness? Real rides, be wise and handle your business Survival of the fittest and we wit this Who wanna witness? Bandana Swangin' [be bangin' and bringin' their business] [Dre'sta] Mic check, 1, 2, what you bustas wan' do or gon' do? Now that real rides are upon you. I warned you and alarmed you! The bandanas will be swangin' when we swarm through, was born to! [Cap to make the minds of all remainin' (?)] Make these girls and the thugs in the club dance Dre'sta the Gangsta makin' you bang your head and bounce Shout from the West to East, Midwest and Dirty South! Dub C, my niir, yeah Young Hogs born to thug wit me and Muggs And Green Bug California Love, homie (?) chases only Women upon me, never phony, get it lonely, you can ride upon me Lyrically fictive (?) be the loc'est Whack rappers claiming' dat they're the dopest When hopeless brothers be the brokest Saddest song dat you ever heard Shinin some light on all you bustas like the Ghetto bird! And that's (?) Chorus: [W.C.] Ugh! Ah, Good Evening! Do not attempt to adjust your radio! Ain't nuttin' wrong, we have taken control to bring you the special show: Bandana Swangin'! Who me? Huh, I'm known as Dub C alias the shadiest one Ey, Dre'sta, what you got? [Dre'sta] I got a slug foe every mug dat wanna look at me evil And got a clutch foe all fake thugs and scandalous people If you test Dre it's suicide. Lyrical drive by Makin' sure you s**as die. Only ya bye-bye (?) And the moves (?) of the 5-0 got rappers study And us gangstas like revival since my arrival And roll wit hogs dat get it's on, raw and ball till we fall And revolve all broads to (??) [W.C.] From the land of the scandalous, sho dogs and locs I represent the chronic (?) and smashes of gun smoke For this box Regal to Martinis (?) sippers on a do low 3 time felons, double eye for [strinkin' pulo (?)], you know The shadiest, shadiest wanted 'em all but call Dub C the Ghetto manifesto, still standin' tall Bandana Swangin' till the wheels fall off And all my momma bear the realest niirs to ever lay ya'll Chorus: [2x]