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Yeah, Dawg in the house
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the game man
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It ain't easy you out here for uh
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Ten years with the cut throats
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stabbers, playa, haters y'know what I'm sayin'?
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But I'm a killa always was and always will be
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If you ain't in the right of mind don't play with me
'Cause ain't never ended slavery
You fuckin' with my freedom, keep it real fool
Don't underestimate niggaz who'll kill you

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

Killas on the prowl and is how
They get paid, pull out a gat and break ass down
Nigga show no fear, but you scared as
And your partner riding which 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 if they catch your homeboy first
'Cause if they put him under pressure, he's to burst

Into a long 'bout everything you did
No more tusslin', to do a bid
In that brand new jail they built for you
Where the smallest little things you get 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
cost way more, when you do time
When you creep the hood and kill your own kind

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

They way we live now, we last long
'Cause everyday gettin' they blast on
Funerals and court dates, plea for your life
be out in twelve years, once a month see your wife

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

Got the game fucked up and you'll be rich
It's all about and they treat 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 years old and far from done
I care what you think, I ain't forgot where I'm from

East Oakland, that's where I
Everything I know and I got my turn
I came fake on a microphone
I always let 'em know that the is home

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

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

Don't be jealous of me 'cause it's well
I could slip in a after hella songs
Make one album and I'm through
I be a broke ass nigga you

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

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

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

Kill another black man that's you figure
Just we need, another dead nigga
Got guns you don't want none
You stupid motherfucker where they come

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

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