Caught In Da Game Lyrics - Decade - Sticky Fingaz

[Chorus] 

In these streets, where we from 

We all caught in the game 

Tryna pull our life out of the drain 

If you don't make it, you the one to blame 

In this life, that we live 

We only tryna survive 

It's hard with the blind leading the blind 

Everybody here stuck in the grind 

[Sticky Fingaz] 

They said I was crazy, nigga sick in the head 

Who raised me? My mother was sick in the bed 

How could you blame me? On the block gettin that bread 

They couldn't change me, too hot, dippin them feds 

I made a promise, not to go back to jail 

Under my garments, gun tuck, packin that steel 

But reguardless, this nigga here is out of the field 

Now my partners is only money, that's real 

I got my mind made up, my shine ain't up 

Until I'm in that casket, my time ain't up 

Tell you bout my lifestyle, I'll walk you through 

First mix the Louie wit the Johnnie-Walker blue 

Now peep the hooptie, I'm followed by my crew 

Hundred thou' in jewelry when the God come through 

I kept it thorough with my ear to the streets 

Now we gettin Cash Money without the gold teeth 

[Chorus] 

[Sticky Fingaz] 

I done seen pain, felt pain and lived pain nigga 

Half my life in these streets down the drain 

Analyze the game through the eyes of my father 

Had to feel my way through with the revolver 

That goes to tell you he ain't show me nothin 

Mad at the world when they ain't owe me nothin 

So I apply pressure, why not for more measure 

And more cake, we turn hoods to whole states 

For my real niggaz, dressed in greens is upstate 

Trapped in that cold cell with no bail 

We ain't mean to hurt nobody to get them dollars up 

Half my niggaz goin dead'll push ya flowers up 

I'm fresh out the county, with no shoe laces 

They thought they could stop us with probation? 

We just live on the run and switch up locations 

Play the future by the air until it's time to face it 

[Chorus] 

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Young niggaz stay hungry for war 

Bred and raised by hustlers and whores 

Born the struggle in this jungle, escape poor 

While the White House got ten rooms with ten blind doors 

I was born to fight for what's right, by the day and night 

Prayin for life cause shit ain't tight in these streets 

That's why I stay squeezin my heat 

And strippin life from mammals 

A hungry young hustler ready to gamble 

For a better way of livin so fuck sittin in prison 

Cause every niggaz a ? victimized by the system 

Cops and cellblocks, why hell rots 

Young thugs from Queens to ? 

Slugs give shellshocks in these streets where funeral bells knock 

[Chorus]