Survivin' the Game
Yeah short dawg in the house (survivin' the game)
Survivin' the game man (survivin' the game)
It ain't easy being out here for ten years (survivin' the game)
You hanging with the cut-throats (survivin' the game)
Back stabbers (survivin' the game)
Playa haters y'know what I'm saying? (survivin' the game)
But I'm (survivin' the game) 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 messin' with my freedom, let's keep it real fool
Don't underestimate but that'll kill you
'Cause everything changed, and everybody got a
Don't wanna be attacked keep it on your lap
I'm smobbing in my drop, feeling 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
Can't show no fear, got 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 about 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)
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
Ain't to bailin out, got you mad as hell
Instead of sending 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 12 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
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
I was born with the skills of a black man
To survive in the streets and keep stackin'
I'm 30 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
You know 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 twenty million dollars on a brand new house
I got bills to pay, no time to be fake
Eating top ramen 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)
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
Now growing old in the streets ain't no easy task
You 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 your boy 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, for you to pull a trigger
Got your guns you don't want none
You stupid lil homie where they come from
From the man, get 'em like fast food
With a attitude to make wanna fuck you
You little violent juveniles don't play with me
'Cause they ain't never ended slavery
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
Survivin' the game man (survivin' the game)
It ain't easy being out here for ten years (survivin' the game)
You hanging with the cut-throats (survivin' the game)
Back stabbers (survivin' the game)
Playa haters y'know what I'm saying? (survivin' the game)
But I'm (survivin' the game) 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 messin' with my freedom, let's keep it real fool
Don't underestimate but that'll kill you
'Cause everything changed, and everybody got a
Don't wanna be attacked keep it on your lap
I'm smobbing in my drop, feeling 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
Can't show no fear, got 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 about 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)
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
Ain't to bailin out, got you mad as hell
Instead of sending 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 12 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
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
I was born with the skills of a black man
To survive in the streets and keep stackin'
I'm 30 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
You know 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 twenty million dollars on a brand new house
I got bills to pay, no time to be fake
Eating top ramen 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)
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
Now growing old in the streets ain't no easy task
You 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 your boy 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, for you to pull a trigger
Got your guns you don't want none
You stupid lil homie where they come from
From the man, get 'em like fast food
With a attitude to make wanna fuck you
You little violent juveniles don't play with me
'Cause they ain't never ended slavery
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
(Survivin' the game)
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Writer(s): Anthony Banks, Todd Anthony Shaw
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