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      [C-Murder]      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 thru 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 becuase 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]      [Gotti]      Started in this game at the age of 13   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]      [C-Murder]      I was born a bastard, my pops was a thug   4 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]