69 BOYZ

69 BOYZ - Survival of Da Fittest lyrics

[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 *fuck* 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]

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