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Yeah, Short Dawg in the
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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 hanging the cut throats
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Back stabbers, playa, haters y'know what I'm
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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 they never ended slavery
You fuckin' my freedom, let's keep it real fool
underestimate niggaz that who'll kill you

'Cause everything changed and got a strap
Don't wanna be attacked, better keep it on lap
I'm smobbing in my drop, I'm feelin' Priest
Super fly top down down the streets

Killas on the prowl and is how
They get paid, out a gat and break your ass down
Nigga show no fear, but you scared as
And partner riding which he's prepared to tell

But you know it yet, you havin' hella fun
And the shit hit the fan and you on the run
You better pray if they catch your first
'Cause if they put him pressure, he's bound to burst

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

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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 the hood and kill your own kind

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

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

Now how sound?
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 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 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 I'm from

East Oakland, that's where I
I know and when I got my turn
I never fake on a microphone
I always let 'em that the town is home

I wasn't born in Oakland, I was born a
Stay true to the game, always the facts
Bitch you can't stop my mack
I know you love shit, when 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
top rump don't fuck with steak

Don't be jealous of me 'cause well known
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 stay and do my job
Turn that shit up loud and watch a bitch bob
I'm the Too S H O R T
I take a square ass and turn her into a freak

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Now old in the streets ain't no easy task
Losing homeboys every time the pass
phone calls, another soldier dead
Sittin' in the car got four in the

to his mama house the shit 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

Kill another black man that's you figure
what we need, another dead nigga
Got your guns you want none
You motherfucker where they come from

From the white man, get 'em like food
With an attitude to 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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