Too Short Survivin' The Game Lyrics
            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 b____ 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 f___in with my freedom, let's keep it real fool
            Don't underestimate n____z who'll kill you
            Cause everything changed, and everybody got a strap
            Don't wanna be attacked keep it on your lap
            I'm s_____ng 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 a__ down
            n____ 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 s___ 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 m_________ing 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 n____z 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 s___ you building, was making white man plenty
            got the game f___ed up,  and you'll never be rich
            It's all about respect and they treat you like a b____
        
            (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
            b____ you can't stop my mack attack
            I know you love this s___, 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 f___ 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 a__ n____ like you
            so I just try to stay focused and do my job
            Turn that s___ up loud and watch a b____ head bob
            Cause I'm the Too S-H-O-R-T
            I take a square a__ b____ 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 s___ is real
            Trying to find out why a n____ got killed
            I'm about to hurt somebody, give a f___ 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 n____
            got your guns you don't want none
            You stupid m_________er where they come from
            from the white man, get em like fast food
            With an attitude to make a n____ blast you
            You little violent m_________er don't play with me
            Cause they ain't never ended slavery f___in with my freedom
        
            (survivin the game)
        
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