Survival Of Da Fittest

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

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

Uh, and ow that I'm straight with the law,

I'm makin' more money than I ever saw

But still, my nines 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 twenty-five

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

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 want to 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

because 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