Survivin The Game — текст песни (Too Short)





Yeah short dawg in the house

Survivin the game man, it aint easy when

You out here for uh ten years hanging with the cut-throats

Back stabbers, playa haters yknow what Im sayin?

But Im a bitch killa always was, and always will be



If you aint in the right state of mind dont play with me

Cause they aint never ended slavery

You fuckin with my freedom, lets keep it real fool

Dont underestimate niggaz wholl kill you

Cause everything changed, and everybody got a strap

Dont wanna be attacked keep it on your lap

Im 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 dont 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)



Aint 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, moneys obsolete

Now they buying all the houses in the ghetto streets

They way we live now, we cant last long

Cause everyday niggaz gettin they blast on

Funerals and court dates, plea bargain for your life

Youll 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 youll never be rich

Its 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

Im thirty years old, and far from done

I dont care what you think, I aint forgot where Im from

East oakland / and thats 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 wasnt born in oakland, I was born a mack

Stay true to the game, always stating the facts

Bitch you cant 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 dont fuck with steak

Dont be jealous of me, cause its well known

I could slip in a minute after hella songs

Make one fake album and Im 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 Im 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

Im about to hurt somebody, give a fuck who

Cause you already know what you need to do

Kill another black man thats what you figure

Just what we need, another dead nigga

Got your guns you dont 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 dont play with me

Cause they aint never ended slavery fuckin with my freedom



(survivin the game)



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