Yeah, Dawg in the house (Survivin' the game) Survivin' the man (Survivin' the game)
It ain't when you out here for uh (Survivin' the game) Ten hanging with the cut throats (Survivin' the game)
stabbers, playa, haters y'know what I'm sayin'? (Survivin' the game, the game) But I'm a killa always was and always will be (Survivin' the game)
If you ain't in the right state of don't play with me 'Cause ain't never ended slavery You fuckin' with my freedom, let's it real fool Don't niggaz that who'll kill you
'Cause everything changed and everybody got a Don't wanna be attacked, better it on your lap I'm smobbing in my drop, I'm feelin' Priest Super fly top down speeding down the
Killas on the prowl and is how They get paid, pull out a gat and break your ass Nigga show no fear, but you scared as And your partner riding which 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 brand new jail that they built for you Where the smallest little things you get over
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Ain't no out, got you mad as hell Instead of sending you to school, they pay to keep you in That cost way more, you do time When you creep through the hood and kill your own
They county jails and penitentiaries They gettin' ready for the 21st Computers taking over, money's Now they buying all the in the ghetto streets
They way we now, we can't last long 'Cause niggaz gettin' they blast on Funerals and court dates, bargain for your life be out in twelve years, once a month see your wife
Now how sound? You killed the black man, now got you locked down They let you a trade, working years for pennies All that shit you building, was making white man
Got the game fucked up and you'll never be It's all about respect and they treat you like a
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I was born with the skills of a man To survive in the and keep stackin' I'm thirty old and far from done I don't what you think, I ain't forgot where I'm from
East Oakland, where I learned Everything I know and when I got my I came fake on a microphone I always let 'em know that the town is
I wasn't born in Oakland, I was a mack Stay true to the game, always stating the you can't stop my mack attack I know you love this shit, when I rap that
You never would get me to my style I 20 million dollars on a brand new house I got to pay, no time to be fake Eating top rump don't fuck steak
Don't be jealous of me 'cause it's well I could slip in a after hella songs one fake album and I'm through I be a broke ass like you
So I just try to stay and do my job Turn that shit up loud and a bitch head bob I'm the Too S H O R T I take a ass bitch and turn her into a freak
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Now growing old in the streets ain't no task Losing every time the season pass Gettin' phone calls, another dead Sittin' in the car got four in the
Rush to his mama the shit is real Trying to out why a nigga got killed I'm to hurt somebody, give a fuck who you already know what you need to do
Kill another black man that's you figure Just what we need, dead nigga Got your you don't want none You stupid motherfucker where they from
From the white man, get 'em fast food With an attitude to a nigga blast you You little violent motherfucker, play with me they ain't never ended slavery fuckin' with my freedom
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