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)
