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    "Survivin' The Game" Lyrics

    Too $hort

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    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)
    This song was submitted on April 13th, 2005 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Banks Shaw.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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