Survivin' The Game Lyrics - Gettin' It (album Number Ten) - Too $hort

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 

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(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 

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(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)