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Verse 1
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The Rottweiler:
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17 years old, bold, tryin' to get my slang on
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Broke as a joke, uh, tryin' my best to hang on
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And if I don't, I'll be a failure
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And I'll tell ya, I ain't with that, so forget that!
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I get the 9 from the pawn shop layaway
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Keep it in my pack and the jack men'll stay away
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Fellas gettin' jealous, hate to see a nigga rise up
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They tryin' to size up, but punk nigga, wise up!
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I pack my 9, yeah, I'm fine, and I chill with it
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Shoot 'em in a minute and just deal with it
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'Cause where I'm from, you gotta buck niggas,
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If you never want to be an out-of-luck nigga
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I only did what I had to do
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Now they're callin' me the king of the avenue
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Uhh, I'm shootin' my 9 when I bail
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'Cause I'd rather go to hell than jail
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'Cause it's survival of the fittest
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Thrill Da Playa:
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Yo, it was rough from the start, son
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And I knew I'd be a hustler, even when I was in kindergarten
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Feelin' on the teachers and givin' 'em looks
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And steady takin' all the other kids' coloring books
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My momma used to try to make me study my work
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But I was busy chasin' girls, gettin' under they skirts
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And though she raised me the best she could,
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Them whippin's ain't done me no good
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And sure, I could play ball like the rest of the guys,
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But yo, I always had this fear of gettin' paralyzed
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And sellin' drugs at the time was the easy way
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The easy work, easy women plus the easy pay
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It had me feelin' like I would do whatever it takes
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To have a car and a woman in a couple of states
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Cause I'm a professional, and you couldn't knock it
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Because I had to keep some money in my pocket
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It's survival of the fittest
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[Rasta chorus]
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Verse 2
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The Rottweiler:
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When I was comin' up and runnin' up,
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The hoochies in my hood never took time, so I took mine
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And I thought it would change, and when I got older
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They just got colder, and gave me the cold shoulder
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But now them hoes wanna skeeze me
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Just because they see my face on TV, uhh
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Them hoes be buggin'; they come a-dime-a-dozen
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I'm even doin' it with my own cousin
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I got hoes 'cause I'm so rich, nigga
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Never get played and laid by no trick, nigga
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They only speak 'cause a brother done peeped strong
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I muss my hair like Fred and get the hell on
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I gots no love for them hoes, and if I did it'd be a drama,
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'Cause, trick, I only love my momma
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And never have I sold a yard
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But I'd do it if times got hard
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'Cause it's survival of the fittest
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Thrill Da Playa:
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Comin' up daily, gettin' richer than rich
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And all the fellas in the hood just itchin' to snitch
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But I got my stuff runnin' so tight and legit
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That the fans can't even make a spirit to stick
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So yo, they can go and find another dealer to fade;
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I got a business in my name, and my taxes is paid
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They only mad 'cause they bussin' they chops
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To say that I'm a millionaire because I'm cuttin' them rocks
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They can't *fuck* with that, and even when they think they can,
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I got a set-up so they only get the metal man!
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I can't see bein' a letter to them
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And locked up just because I'm doin' better than them
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I tried the right way, but they kept ignorin' me
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Saw opportunity, and I went for it, G!
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It was smooth and the feds couldn't match me
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But now that I'm legit, yo, I know they'll never catch me
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It's survival of the fittest
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[Rasta chorus]
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Verse 3
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The Rottweiler:
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Uhhh, and ow that I'm straight with the law,
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I'm makin' more money than I ever saw
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But still, my 9's what I'm alive by
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I'm never slippin' to be a victim of a drive-by
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But it's still kind of crazy
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If I spend two seconds with a girl, she's claimin' she's havin' a baby
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And all my girlfriends are black, and they act rude
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But if I dated another color, they'd get an attitude
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And my moms ... yo, bless her soul
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Alive, and bustin' her ass before 25
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Got a brother in a rage, uh, she ain't a minimum woman,
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So why the hell she makin' minimum wage?
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I try to give her money, but she won't take it
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She says she hates it; she doesn't like the way I make it
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I thank the Lord I'm alive. All I have to do is survive
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'Cause it's survival of the fittest
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Thrill Da Playa:
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I know the feelin', I can keep my poise
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I got beepers, and all types of digital toys
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And I know they think that I am sellin' dope
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And wanna keep me underneath the microscope
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So they can try and take what's mine
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But I'll burn it to shreds, before they get one dime
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And to them, it's a hurtin' fact
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Because it's all insured, so yo, I'm gonna get it right back
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And yeah, they lookin' like dummies
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They waste they time, plus they waste they taxpayers' money
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So put away your house-raidin' tactics,
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Shotguns, ski-masks, and windbreaker jackets
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'Cause ain't no doors gettin' kicked down
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And if it is ... then I suggest you skip town
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Becuase my lawyer's so good, I hope you're packed up;
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In the morning, you'll be sleepin' in Alaska
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It's survival of the fittest
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[Rasta chorus]
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