Yeah, Dawg in the house (Survivin' the game) the game man (Survivin' the game)
It ain't when you out here for uh (Survivin' the game) Ten years with the cut throats (Survivin' the game)
Back stabbers, playa, 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 mind play with me 'Cause they ain't never ended You fuckin' with my freedom, let's keep it fool Don't underestimate niggaz that kill you
'Cause everything changed and everybody got a Don't wanna be attacked, better keep it on lap I'm in my drop, I'm feelin' like Priest Super fly top down speeding down the
Killas on the prowl and is how They get paid, pull out a gat and break ass down Nigga show no fear, but you as hell And partner riding which he's prepared to tell
But you don't know it yet, you havin' fun And when the hit the fan and you on the run You better pray if they catch your homeboy 'Cause if put him under pressure, he's bound to burst
Into a long conversation everything you did No tusslin', time to do a bid In that brand new that they built for you the smallest little things you get killed over
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Ain't no bailin' out, got you mad as of sending you to school, they pay to keep you in jail That cost way more, when you do When you through the hood and kill your own kind
They building jails and penitentiaries They ready for the 21st century Computers taking over, money's Now buying all the houses in the ghetto streets
way we live now, we can't last long 'Cause everyday niggaz gettin' blast on Funerals and court dates, plea 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 for pennies All that shit you building, was white man plenty
Got the game fucked up and you'll never be It's all about respect and they you like a bitch
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I was with the skills of a black man To survive in the streets and stackin' I'm thirty old and far from done I don't care what you think, I ain't forgot where I'm
East Oakland, where I learned Everything I know and when I got my I never fake on a microphone I always let 'em know the town is home
I wasn't in Oakland, I was born a mack Stay true to the game, always stating the you can't stop my mack attack I know you love this shit, I rap like that
You never get me to change my style I spent 20 million dollars on a new house I got bills to pay, no time to be Eating top don't fuck with steak
Don't be jealous of me it's well known I could in a minute after hella songs Make one album and I'm through I be a broke ass like you
So I try to stay 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 growing old in the streets ain't no task Losing every time the season pass phone calls, another soldier dead Sittin' in the car got in the head
Rush to his mama house the is real Trying to out why a nigga got killed I'm about to somebody, give a fuck who 'Cause you know what you need to do
another black man that's what you figure Just we need, another dead nigga Got your guns you want none You motherfucker where they come from
the white man, get 'em like fast food With an to make a nigga blast you You little motherfucker, don't play with me 'Cause they ain't never ended slavery with my freedom
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