Survival Of The Fittest Lyrics - W.c.

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 up before 

See that nigga cross the street in that Cutlass 

Check this out 

[Chorus x2] 

Survival of the fittest, respect my come up 

Survival of the fittest, you better not run up 

I remember back in 89 a nigga used to steal 

And now I got a Navi with a mothafucking grill 

One time chase a nigga through the fucking alley 

Mad cause I fucked up my only pair of Bally's 

I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school 

Mothafuckas wanted to hang cause I used to act a fool 

Started slanging rocks because the shit was fun 

I used to bang at niggaz just to see them run 

People started hearing shit started recognizing me 

Big timers fronted me some coke and a ride g 

Dope became a business, no longer a hobby 

I owed a nigga 5 g's so I started robbing 

I knew I had to move before I had to bang him up 

I'm a act a donkey if you don't respect my come up 

Dumb niggaz die and real niggaz live 

The ghetto is so wicked I can't even trust my kids 

[Chorus x2] 

Started in this game at the age of thirteen 

Getting paid making money serving crack to the fiends 

Hoes couldn't take me, niggaz gave me jealous looks 

To the world I was a man, to the feds I was a crook 

Put my face up in the paper, put my name in they books 

Cause they see a nigga balling off the birds that I cooked 

As the years went by still survival of the fittest 

Now I'm riding in the tank representing to the fullest 

Putting bullets in you bitches jealous niggaz in disguise 

Shooting niggaz til we die, Gambino's on the rise 

My nigga Fiend up by my side, my enemy bound to die 

Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest 

[Chorus x2] 

I was born a bastard, my pops was a thug 

Four years in the pen for transporting drugs 

I was Known in the hood as a nigga with the weight 

Bithces all up in my business, shipping keys from state to state 

Triple beams in the project, Calliope where I broke 'em down 

Razor blades and baking soda, pure white fuck the brown 

My clientele was growing started investing in some other shit 

Barber shops on every block, even had a weed spot 

Moms and the kids put away up in the house 

A fellas Cameras in the lawn to spook a nigga out 

Pitbulls in the backyard trained to kill 

Call my folks up on the phone before I made a deal 

I'm one step ahead of a nigga doing wrong 

That's why I'm still alive and been on top so fucking long 

I had to spank some busters, to show 'em I mean business 

The ghetto is so wicked its survival of the fittest 

[Chorus x2]