Yeah, Short Dawg in the (Survivin' the game) the game man (Survivin' the game)
It ain't easy when you out for uh (Survivin' the game) Ten years hanging the cut throats (Survivin' the game)
Back stabbers, playa, haters y'know what I'm (Survivin' the game, the game) But I'm a killa always was and always will be (Survivin' the game)
If you ain't in the right of mind don't play with me they ain't never ended slavery You fuckin' with my freedom, let's keep it real Don't underestimate niggaz who'll kill you
'Cause everything changed and got a strap Don't wanna be attacked, keep it on your lap I'm in my drop, I'm feelin' like Priest Super fly top down speeding the streets
Killas on the prowl and is how They get paid, pull out a gat and break your ass Nigga show no fear, but you scared as And your partner riding which he's prepared to
But you don't know it yet, you havin' fun And the shit hit the fan and you on the run You pray if they catch your homeboy first 'Cause if put him under pressure, he's bound to burst
a long conversation 'bout everything you did No more tusslin', to do a bid In that brand new that they built for you Where the smallest 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 cost way more, when you do When you creep the hood and kill your own kind
They building county jails and They gettin' for the 21st century Computers taking over, obsolete Now they buying all the houses in the streets
They way we live now, we can't last 'Cause everyday niggaz they blast on Funerals and court dates, plea bargain for life You'll be out in twelve years, once a month see wife
Now how sound? You killed the black man, now they got you down They let you learn a trade, years for pennies All that you building, was making white man plenty
Got the game up and you'll never be rich It's all respect and they treat you like a bitch
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I was with the skills of a black man To in the streets and keep stackin' I'm years old and far from done I don't care you think, I ain't forgot where I'm from
East Oakland, where I learned Everything I and when I got my turn I never came fake on a I always let 'em that the town is home
I born in Oakland, I was born a mack Stay true to the game, always stating the Bitch you can't stop my attack I know you love this shit, when I rap like
You never would get me to my style I spent 20 dollars on a brand new house I got to pay, no time to be fake Eating top don't fuck with steak
Don't be jealous of me it's well known I could slip in a minute after hella Make one album and I'm through I be a broke ass like you
So I just try to stay 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 every time the season pass phone calls, another soldier dead Sittin' in the car got four in the
Rush to his house the shit is real to find out why a nigga got killed I'm to hurt 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 your guns you don't want You motherfucker where they come from
From the white man, get 'em fast food an attitude to make a nigga blast you You little violent motherfucker, don't with me 'Cause they ain't never ended slavery with my freedom
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