C Miller (born Corey Miller on March 9, 1971) is an American rap artist from the infamous Calliope Projects in New Orleans, Louisiana. Prior to April 5, 2005, he used the stage name C-Murder. He is one of many rappers who rose to fame in the mid-to-late 1990s releasing records through his brother Master P's label, No Limit Records. He is a member of the group TRU. In early 2002, Corey Miller was arrested and charged with killing 16-year-old Steve Thomas with a single gunshot to the chest during a dispute in Harvey, Louisiana, outside now-defunct nightspot "Platinum Club." On October 1, 2003, Miller was found guilty of second-degree murder, which carries a mandatory life sentence.
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Survival Of The Fittest Lyrics

C-murder

Yo, yo whats 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 the fuck up before
See that nigga cross the street in that cutlass
Check this out
(chorus 2x)
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 mother fuckin grill
One time chase a nigga through the alley fuckin alley
Mad cause I fucked up my only pair of ballys
I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school
Mother fuckas wanted to hang cause I used to act a fool
Started slangin rocks cause the shit was fun
I used to bang at niggas just to see em run
Nigga people started hearin shit started recognizing me
Big timers fronted me some coke in a ride g
Dope became my business, no longer a hobby
I owed a nigga 5 gs so I started robbin
I knew I had to move before I had to bang em up
Im a act a donkey if you dont respect my come up
Dumb niggas die, and real niggas live
This ghetto is so wicked I cant even trust my kids
(chorus 2x)
(gotti)
Started in this game at the age of 13
Gettin paid makin money servin crack to the fiends
Hoes couldnt take me niggas 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 ballin off the birds that I cooked
As the years went by still survival of the fittest
Now Im ridin in the tank representin to the fullest
Puttin bullets in you bitches, jealous niggas in disguise
Shootin niggas till we die, gambinos on the rise
My nigga fiend up by my side, my enemies bound to die
Got no mercy in my eyes label gotti one of the realest
(chorus 2x)
(c-murder)
I was born a bastard, my pops was a thug
4 years in the pen for transportin drugs
I was known in the hood as the nigga with the weight
Bitches all up in my business, shippin keys from state to state
Triple beams in the project calliope, where I broke em down
Razor blade and baking soda, pure white fuck the brown
My clientele was growin started investin in some other shit
Barber shops on every block, even had a weed spot
Moms and the kids put away up in the house
Surveillance cameras and alarms to spook a nigga out
Pitbulls in the backyard trained to kill
Call my folks up on the phone before I made a deal
Im one step ahead of a nigga doin wrong
Thats why Im still alive and been on top for so fuckin long
I had to spank some bustas, to show em I mean business
The ghetto is so wicked its survival of the fittest
(chorus 2x)