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