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It ain't when you out here for uh (Survivin' the game) Ten years hanging the cut throats (Survivin' the game)
stabbers, playa, haters y'know what I'm sayin'? (Survivin' the game, the game) But I'm a bitch killa always was and always be (Survivin' the game)
If you ain't in the right state of don't play with me 'Cause they ain't ended slavery You fuckin' with my freedom, let's keep it fool Don't underestimate niggaz that who'll you
'Cause changed and everybody got a strap Don't wanna be attacked, better it on your lap I'm in my drop, I'm feelin' like Priest Super fly top down down the streets
on the prowl and jacking is how They get paid, pull out a gat and your ass down Nigga show no fear, but you as hell And your riding which he's prepared to tell
But you don't know it yet, you hella fun And when the hit the fan and you on the run You better pray if they your homeboy first 'Cause if put him under pressure, he's bound to burst
Into a long conversation everything you did No more tusslin', to do a bid In that brand new jail that built for you Where the smallest things you get killed over
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Ain't no bailin' out, got you mad as Instead of you to school, they pay to keep you in jail That way more, when you do time When you creep through the hood and kill own kind
They building county jails and They gettin' ready for the century Computers over, money's obsolete Now they buying all the in the ghetto streets
They way we now, we can't last long 'Cause niggaz gettin' they blast on and court dates, plea bargain for your life You'll be out in years, once a month see your wife
Now how that You the black man, now they got you locked down They let you a trade, working years for pennies All that shit you building, was white man plenty
Got the game fucked up and never be rich It's all about and they treat you like a bitch
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I was born the skills of a black man To survive in the and keep stackin' I'm thirty years old and far from 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 fake on a microphone I always let 'em that the town is home
I born in Oakland, I was born a mack true to the game, always stating the facts Bitch you can't my mack attack I know you love this shit, when I rap like
You would get me to change my style I 20 million dollars on a brand 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 it's well I could slip in a minute hella songs Make one fake and I'm through I be a broke ass like you
So I just try to focused and do my job that 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 old in the streets ain't no easy task Losing homeboys every the season pass Gettin' phone calls, another soldier Sittin' in the car got in the head
Rush to his mama house the is real Trying to find out why a nigga got I'm about to hurt somebody, give a who 'Cause you already what you need to do
Kill another man that's what you figure Just we need, another dead nigga Got your guns you don't want You motherfucker where they come from
From the white man, get 'em fast food With an attitude to make a nigga you You little motherfucker, don't play with me 'Cause they ain't never ended fuckin' with my freedom
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