Survival of the Fittest C-Murder (Ft. Gotti)

[Intro]
Yo, yo what's up nigga
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 nigga 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 nigga used to steal
And now I got a Navi with a mother fuckin' grill
One time chase a nigga 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 niggas just to see 'em run
Nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas die, and real niggas live
This ghetto is so wicked I can't even trust my kids