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Too Short - Survivin' the Game lyrics
Yeah Short Dawg in the house Survivin the game man, it ain't easy when you out here for uh ten years hanging with the cut-throats back stabbers, playa haters y'know what I'm sayin? but I'm a bitch killa always was, and always will be If you ain't in the right state of mind don't play with me Cause they ain't never ended slavery You fuckin with my freedom, let's keep it real fool Don't underestimate niggaz who'll kill you Cause everything changed, and everybody got a strap Don't wanna be attacked keep it on your lap I'm smobbing in my drop, smiling like Priest Superfly top down speeding through the streets killas on the prowl,and jacking is how They get paid pull out a gat and break your ass down Nigga show no fear, but you scared as hell And your partner riding with you is prepared to tell but you don't know it yet, you havin hella fun and when the shit hit the fan and you on the run you better pray if they catch your homeboy first Cause if they put him under pressure, he bound to burst into a long conversation bout everything you did No more tusslin, time to do a bid in the brand new jail that they built for you where the smallest little thing you get killed over (survivin the game) Ain't to bailin out, you mad as hell Instead of send you to school, they keep you in jail that cost way more, when you do time When you creep through the hood and kill your own kind they building county jails, and penitentiaries They gettin ready for the motherfucking 21st century computers taking over, money's obsolete Now they buying all the houses in the ghetto streets they way we live now, we can't last long Cause everyday niggaz gettin they blast on funerals and court dates, plea bargain for your life you'll be out in twelve years, once a month see your wife Now how that sound? You killed the black man, now they got you locked down they let you learn a trade, working years for pennies And that shit you building, was making white man plenty got the game fucked up, and you'll never be rich It's all about respect and they treat you like a bitch (survivin the game) I was born with the skills of a black man to survive in the streets and keep stackin I'm thirty years old, and far from done I don't care what you think, I ain't forgot where I'm from east Oakland / and that's where I learned everything I know, and when I got my turn I never came fake on a microphone I always let em know that the town is home I wasn't born in Oakland, I was born a mack Stay true to the game, always stating the facts Bitch you can't stop my mack attack I know you love this shit, when I rap like that you never would get me to change my style I spent 20 million dollars on a brand new house I got bills to pay, no time to be fake Eating top rump don't fuck with steak don't be jealous of me, cause it's well known I could slip in a minute after hella songs make one fake album and I'm through I be a broke ass nigga like you so I just try to stay focused and do my job Turn that shit up loud and watch a bitch head bob Cause I'm the Too S-H-O-R-T I take a square ass bitch and turn her into a freak (survivin the game) Now growing old in the streets aint no easy task Losing homeboys every time the season pass Gettin phone calls, another soldier dead Sittin in the car got four in the head Rush to his mama house the shit is real Trying to find out why a nigga got killed I'm about to hurt somebody, give a fuck who Cause you already know what you need to do kill another black man that's what you figure Just what we need, another dead nigga got your guns you don't want none You stupid motherfucker where they come from from the white man, get em like fast food With an attitude to make a nigga blast you You little violent motherfucker don't play with me Cause they ain't never ended slavery fuckin with my freedom (survivin the game) |
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