69 Boyz

Survival of Da Fittest

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* help requested on rasta chorusVerse 1The Rottweiler:17 years old, bold, tryin` to get my slang onBroke as a joke, uh, tryin` my best to hang onAnd if I don`t, I`ll be a failureAnd I`ll tell ya, I ain`t with that, so forget that!I get the 9 from the pawn shop layawayKeep it in my pack and the jack men`ll stay awayFellas gettin` jealous, hate to see a nigga rise upThey tryin` to size up, but punk nigga, wise up!I pack my 9, yeah, I`m fine, and I chill with itShoot `em in a minute and just deal with it`Cause where I`m from, you gotta buck niggas,If you never want to be an out-of-luck niggaI only did what I had to doNow they`re callin` me the king of the avenueUhh, I`m shootin` my 9 when I bail`Cause I`d rather go to hell than jail`Cause it`s survival of the fittestThrill Da Playa:Yo, it was rough from the start, sonAnd I knew I`d be a hustler, even when I was in kindergartenFeelin` on the teachers and givin` `em looksAnd steady takin` all the other kids` coloring booksMy momma used to try to make me study my workBut I was busy chasin` girls, gettin` under they skirtsAnd though she raised me the best she could,Them whippin`s ain`t done me no goodAnd sure, I could play ball like the rest of the guys,But yo, I always had this fear of gettin` paralyzedAnd sellin` drugs at the time was the easy wayThe easy work, easy women plus the easy payIt had me feelin` like I would do whatever it takesTo have a car and a woman in a couple of statesCause I`m a professional, and you couldn`t knock itBecause I had to keep some money in my pocketIt`s survival of the fittest[Rasta chorus]Verse 2The Rottweiler:When I was comin` up and runnin` up, The hoochies in my hood never took time, so I took mineAnd I thought it would change, and when I got olderThey just got colder, and gave me the cold shoulderBut now them hoes wanna skeeze meJust because they see my face on TV, uhhThem hoes be buggin`; they come a-dime-a-dozenI`m even doin` it with my own cousinI got hoes `cause I`m so rich, niggaNever get played and laid by no trick, niggaThey only speak `cause a brother done peeped strongI muss my hair like Fred and get the hell onI gots no love for them hoes, and if I did it`d be a drama,`Cause, trick, I only love my mommaAnd never have I sold a yardBut I`d do it if times got hard`Cause it`s survival of the fittestThrill Da Playa:Comin` up daily, gettin` richer than richAnd all the fellas in the hood just itchin` to snitchBut I got my stuff runnin` so tight and legitThat the fans can`t even make a spirit to stickSo yo, they can go and find another dealer to fade;I got a business in my name, and my taxes is paidThey only mad `cause they bussin` they chopsTo say that I`m a millionaire because I`m cuttin` them rocksThey can`t *fuck* with that, and even when they think they can,I got a set-up so they only get the metal man!I can`t see bein` a letter to themAnd locked up just because I`m doin` better than themI tried the right way, but they kept ignorin` meSaw opportunity, and I went for it, G!It was smooth and the feds couldn`t match meBut now that I`m legit, yo, I know they`ll never catch meIt`s survival of the fittest[Rasta chorus]Verse 3The Rottweiler:Uhhh, and ow that I`m straight with the law,I`m makin` more money than I ever sawBut still, my 9`s what I`m alive byI`m never slippin` to be a victim of a drive-byBut it`s still kind of crazyIf I spend two seconds with a girl, she`s claimin` she`s havin` a babyAnd all my girlfriends are black, and they act rudeBut if I dated another color, they`d get an attitudeAnd my moms ... yo, bless her soulAlive, and bustin` her ass before 25Got a brother in a rage, uh, she ain`t a minimum woman,So why the hell she makin` minimum wage?I try to give her money, but she won`t take itShe says she hates it; she doesn`t like the way I make itI thank the Lord I`m alive. All I have to do is survive`Cause it`s survival of the fittestThrill Da Playa:I know the feelin`, I can keep my poiseI got beepers, and all types of digital toysAnd I know they think that I am sellin` dopeAnd wanna keep me underneath the microscopeSo they can try and take what`s mineBut I`ll burn it to shreds, before they get one dimeAnd to them, it`s a hurtin` factBecause it`s all insured, so yo, I`m gonna get it right backAnd yeah, they lookin` like dummiesThey waste they time, plus they waste they taxpayers` moneySo put away your house-raidin` tactics,Shotguns, ski-masks, and windbreaker jackets`Cause ain`t no doors gettin` kicked downAnd if it is ... then I suggest you skip townBecuase my lawyer`s so good, I hope you`re packed up; In the morning, you`ll be sleepin` in AlaskaIt`s survival of the fittest[Rasta chorus]

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