Survival Of Da Fittest Lyrics - Singles - 69 Boyz

17 years old, bold, tryin' to get my slang on 

Broke as a joke, uh, tryin' my best to hang on 

And if I don't, I'll be a failure 

And I'll tell ya, I ain't with that, so forget that 

I get the 9 from the pawn shop layaway 

Keep it in my pack and the jack men'll stay away 

Fellas gettin' jealous, hate to see a nigga rise up 

They tryin' to size up, but punk nigga, wise up 

I pack my 9, yeah, I'm fine, and I chill with it 

Shoot '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 nigga 

I only did what I had to do 

Now they're callin' me the King of the Avenue 

Uhh, I'm shootin' my 9 when I bail 

'Cause I'd rather go to hell than jail 

'Cause it's survival of the fittest 

Yo, it was rough from the start, son 

And I knew I'd be a hustler, even when I was in kindergarten 

Feelin' on the teachers and givin' 'em looks 

And steady takin' all the other kids' coloring books 

My momma used to try to make me study my work 

But I was busy chasin' girls, gettin' under they skirts 

And though she raised me the best she could 

Them whippin's ain't done me no good 

And sure, I could play ball like the rest of the guys 

But yo, I always had this fear of gettin' paralyzed 

And sellin' drugs at the time was the easy way 

The easy work, easy women plus the easy pay 

It had me feelin' like I would do whatever it takes 

To have a car and a woman in a couple of states 

'Cause I'm a professional, and you couldn't knock it 

Because I had to keep some money in my pocket 

It's survival of the fittest 

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When I was comin' up and runnin' up 

The hoochies in my hood never took time, so I took mine 

And I thought it would change, and when I got older 

They just got colder, and gave me the cold shoulder 

But now them hoes wanna skeeze me 

Just because they see my face on TV, uhh 

Them hoes be buggin'; they come a-dime-a-dozen 

I'm even doin' it with my own cousin 

I got hoes 'cause I'm so rich, nigga 

Never get played and laid by no trick, nigga 

They only speak 'cause a brother done peeped strong 

I muss my hair like Fred and get the hell on 

I gots no love for them hoes, and if I did it'd be a drama 

'Cause, trick, I only love my momma 

And never have I sold a yard 

But I'd do it if times got hard 

'Cause it's survival of the fittest 

Comin' up daily, gettin' richer than rich 

And all the fellas in the hood just itchin' to snitch 

But I got my stuff runnin' so tight and legit 

That the fans can't even make a spirit to stick 

So yo, they can go and find another dealer to fade 

I got a business in my name, and my taxes is paid 

They only mad 'cause they bussin' they chops 

To say that I'm a millionaire because I'm cuttin' them rocks 

They 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 them 

And locked up just because I'm doin' better than them 

I tried the right way, but they kept ignorin' me 

Saw opportunity, and I went for it, G 

It was smooth and the feds couldn't match me 

But now that I'm legit, yo, I know they'll never catch me 

It's survival of the fittest 

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Uhh, and ow that I'm straight with the law 

I'm makin' more money than I ever saw 

But still, my 9's what I'm alive by 

I'm never slippin' to be a victim of a drive-by 

But it's still kind of crazy 

If I spend two seconds with a girl, she's claimin' she's havin' a baby 

And all my girlfriends are black, and they act rude 

But if I dated another color, they'd get an attitude 

And my moms, yo, bless her soul 

Alive, and bustin' her ass before 25 

Got 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 it 

She says she hates it, she doesn't like the way I make it 

I thank the Lord I'm alive, all I have to do is survive 

'Cause it's survival of the fittest 

I know the feelin', I can keep my poise 

I got beepers, and all types of digital toys 

And I know they think that I am sellin' dope 

And wanna keep me underneath the microscope 

So they can try and take what's mine 

But I'll burn it to shreds, before they get one dime 

And to them, it's a hurtin' fact 

Because it's all insured, so yo, I'm gonna get it right back 

And yeah, they lookin' like dummies 

They waste they time, plus they waste they taxpayers' money 

So put away your house-raidin' tactics 

Shotguns, ski-masks, and windbreaker jackets 

'Cause ain't no doors gettin' kicked down 

And if it is, then I suggest you skip town 

Becuase my lawyer's so good, I hope you're packed up 

In the morning, you'll be sleepin' in Alaska 

It's survival of the fittest 

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