Yo, yo, what's up ^!$$%? You know the streets is a jungle
You gotta survive out here
You need a strong mind to do the %#@! I do

You ever seen something blown up before
See that ^!$$% 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


[C-Murder]

I remember back in 89 a ^!$$% used to steal

And now I got a Navi with a motha$#&@ing grill
One time chase a ^!$$% thru the $#&@ing alley
Mad cause I $#&@ed up my only pair of Bally's

I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school
Motha$#&@as wanted to hang cause I used to act a fool
Started slanging rocks becuase the %#@! was fun

I used to bang at ^!$$%z just to see them run
People started hearing %#@! started recognizing me
Big timers fronted me some !@%!e and a ride g

Dope became a business, no longer a hobby
I owed a ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%z die and real ^!$$%z live
The ghetto is so wicked I can't even trust my kids


[Chorus x2]


[Gotti]

Started in this game at the age of 13

Getting paid making money serving crack to the fiends
Hoes couldn't take me, ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$% 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 (*##$es jealous ^!$$%z in disguise
Shooting ^!$$%z til we die, Gambino's on the rise

My ^!$$% Fiend up by my side, my enemy bound to die
Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest


[Chorus x2]

[C-Murder]


I was born a !@$(, my pops was a thug
4 Years in the pen for transporting drugs

I was Known in the hood as a ^!$$% 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 $#&@ the brown
My clientele was growing started investing in some other %#@!
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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% doing wrong
That's why I'm still alive and been on top so $#&@ing 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]