Survival Of Da Fittest

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