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Yeah, Short in the house
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Survivin' the man
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It ain't easy you out here for uh
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Ten years hanging with the cut
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Back stabbers, playa, haters y'know I'm sayin'?
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But I'm a bitch always was and always will be
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If you ain't in the right state of mind don't with me
'Cause they ain't never slavery
You fuckin' with my freedom, let's it real fool
Don't niggaz that who'll kill you

'Cause changed and everybody got a strap
Don't be attacked, better keep it on your lap
I'm smobbing in my drop, I'm like Priest
fly top down speeding down the streets

Killas on the and jacking is how
They get paid, pull out a gat and break ass down
Nigga show no fear, but you as hell
And your partner which he's prepared to tell

But you know it yet, you havin' hella fun
And when the hit the fan and you on the run
You better pray if they catch homeboy first
if they put him under pressure, he's bound to burst

Into a conversation 'bout everything you did
No tusslin', time to do a bid
In that brand new jail that built for you
Where the smallest little things you get killed

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no bailin' out, got you mad as hell
Instead of you to school, they pay to keep you in jail
That cost way more, when you do
When you creep through the hood and kill own kind

They county jails and penitentiaries
They gettin' ready for the 21st
Computers over, money's obsolete
Now they buying all the houses in the ghetto

way we live now, we can't last long
'Cause everyday gettin' they blast on
Funerals and court dates, bargain for your life
You'll be out in twelve years, a month see your wife

Now how that
You killed the black man, now they got you down
They let you learn a trade, working years for
All that you building, was making white man plenty

Got the game fucked up and you'll be rich
It's all about respect and they treat you like a

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I was born the skills of a black man
To in the streets and keep stackin'
I'm thirty old and far from done
I don't care what you think, I ain't where I'm from

Oakland, that's where I learned
Everything I and when I got my turn
I never came fake on a
I always let 'em know that the is home

I wasn't in Oakland, I was born a mack
Stay true to the game, always stating the
Bitch you can't stop my mack
I know you love this shit, when I rap that

You would get me to change my style
I spent 20 million dollars on a new house
I got bills to pay, no to be fake
top rump don't fuck with steak

Don't be jealous of me 'cause well known
I slip in a minute after hella songs
Make one fake and I'm through
I be a broke ass like you

So I try to stay focused and do my job
Turn shit up loud and watch a bitch head bob
I'm the Too S H O R T
I take a square ass bitch and her into a freak

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Now growing old in the streets ain't no task
Losing homeboys every time the season
Gettin' phone calls, soldier dead
in the car got four in the head

Rush to his house the shit is real
to find out why a nigga got killed
I'm about to hurt somebody, give a who
you already know what you need to do

Kill black man that's what you figure
what we need, another dead nigga
Got your guns you don't want
You motherfucker where they come from

the white man, get 'em like fast food
With an attitude to make a nigga you
You little violent motherfucker, don't play me
they ain't never ended slavery fuckin' with my freedom

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