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Yeah, Short Dawg in the
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the game man
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It ain't when you out here for uh
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Ten years hanging with the cut
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stabbers, playa, haters y'know what I'm sayin'?
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But I'm a bitch killa was and always will be
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If you ain't in the right of mind 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 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 speeding down the streets

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

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

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Ain't no out, got you mad as hell
of sending you to school, they pay to keep you in jail
That way more, when you do time
When you creep through the hood and your own kind

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

They way we live now, we can't last
everyday niggaz gettin' they blast on
Funerals and court dates, plea for your life
You'll be out in twelve years, once a see your wife

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

Got the game fucked up and you'll never be
all about respect and they treat you like a bitch

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

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

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

You never would get me to my style
I spent 20 million dollars on a new house
I got bills to pay, no to be fake
Eating top rump don't fuck with

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

So I just try to focused and do my job
Turn that shit up loud and watch a 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 no easy task
Losing homeboys every time the season
Gettin' phone calls, another dead
in the car got four in the head

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

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

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

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