Yo, yo what's up nigga
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You know the streets is a jungle
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You gotta survive out here
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You need a strong mind to do the shit I do
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You ever seen something blown the fuck up before
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See that nigga cross the street in that Cutlass
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Check this out
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(Chorus 2x)
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Survival of the fittest, respect my come up
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Survival of the fittest, you better not run up
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(C-Murder)
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I remember back in 89 a nigga used to steal
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And now I got a Navi with a mother fuckin' grill
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One time chase a nigga through the alley fuckin' alley
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Mad cause I fucked up my only pair of Bally's
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I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school
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Mother fuckas wanted to hang cause I used to act a fool
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Started slangin' rocks cause the shit was fun
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I used to bang at niggas just to see 'em run
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Nigga people started hearin' shit started recognizing me
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Big timers fronted me some coke in a ride "G"
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Dope became my business, no longer a hobby
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I owed a nigga 5 g's so I started robbin'
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I knew I had to move before I had to bang 'em up
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I'm a act a donkey if you don't respect my come up
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Dumb niggas die, and real niggas live
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This ghetto is so wicked I can't even trust my kids
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(Chorus 2x)
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(Gotti)
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Started in this game at the age of 13
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Gettin' paid makin' money servin' crack to the fiends
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Hoes couldn't take me niggas gave me jealous looks
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To the world I was a man, to the feds I was a crook
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Put my face up in the paper, put my name in they books
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Cause they see a nigga ballin' off the birds that I cooked
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As the years went by still survival of the fittest
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Now i'm ridin' in the tank representin' to the fullest
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Puttin' bullets in you bitches, jealous niggas in disguise
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Shootin' niggas till we die, Gambino's on the rise
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My nigga Fiend up by my side, my enemies bound to die
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Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest
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(Chorus 2x)
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(C-Murder)
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I was born a bastard, my pops was a thug
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4 years in the pen for transportin' drugs
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I was known in the hood as the nigga with the weight
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Bitches all up in my business, shippin' keys from state to state
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Triple beams in the project Calliope, where I broke 'em down
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Razor blade and baking soda, pure white fuck the brown
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My clientele was growin' started investin' in some other shit
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Barber shops on every block, even had a weed spot
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Moms and the kids put away up in the house
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Surveillance cameras and alarms to spook a nigga out
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Pitbulls in the backyard trained to kill
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Call my folks up on the phone before I made a deal
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I'm one step ahead of a nigga doin' wrong
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That's why i'm still alive and been on top for so fuckin' long
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I had to spank some bustas, to show 'em I mean business
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The ghetto is so wicked it's survival of the fittest
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(Chorus 2x)
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Survival of the Fittest
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