Текст песни C-Murder - Survival Of The Fittest
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Yo, yo, what`s up nigga? You know the streets is a jungleYou gotta survive out hereYou need a strong mind to do the shit I doYou ever seen something blown up beforeSee that nigga cross the street in that CutlassCheck this out[Chorus x2]Survival of the fittest, respect my come upSurvival of the fittest, you better not run up[C-Murder]I remember back in 89 a nigga used to stealAnd now I got a Navi with a mothafucking grillOne time chase a nigga thru the fucking alleyMad cause I fucked up my only pair of Bally`sI used to smoke weed with the ballers after schoolMothafuckas wanted to hang cause I used to act a foolStarted slanging rocks becuase the shit was funI used to bang at niggaz just to see them runPeople started hearing shit started recognizing meBig timers fronted me some coke and a ride gDope became a business, no longer a hobbyI owed a nigga 5 g`s so I started robbingI knew I had to move before I had to bang him upI`m a act a donkey if you don`t respect my come upDumb niggaz die and real niggaz liveThe ghetto is so wicked I can`t even trust my kids[Chorus x2][Gotti]Started in this game at the age of 13Getting paid making money serving crack to the fiendsHoes couldn`t take me, niggaz gave me jealous looksTo the world I was a man, to the feds I was a crookPut my face up in the paper, put my name in they booksCause they see a nigga balling off the birds that I cookedAs the years went by still survival of the fittestNow I`m riding in the tank representing to the fullestPutting bullets in you bitches jealous niggaz in disguiseShooting niggaz til we die, Gambino`s on the riseMy nigga Fiend up by my side, my enemy bound to dieGot no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest[Chorus x2][C-Murder]I was born a bastard, my pops was a thug4 Years in the pen for transporting drugsI was Known in the hood as a nigga with the weightBithces all up in my business, shipping keys from state to stateTriple beams in the project, Calliope where I broke `em downRazor blades and baking soda, pure white fuck the brownMy clientele was growing started investing in some other shitBarber shops on every block, even had a weed spotMoms and the kids put away up in the houseA fellas Cameras in the lawn to spook a nigga outPitbulls in the backyard trained to killcall my folks up on the phone before I made a dealI`m one step ahead of a nigga doing wrongThat`s why I`m still alive and been on top so fucking longI had to spank some busters, to show `em I mean businessThe ghetto is so wicked its survival of the fittest[Chorus x2]