Caught in da Game Lyrics
| Song | Caught in da Game |
| Artist | Sticky Fingaz |
| Album | Decade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jones | |
| 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 | |
| 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 regardless, 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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[Unverified], 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 [unverified] victimized by the system | |
| Cops and cellblocks, why hell rots | |
| Young thugs from | |
| Queens to [unverified] | |
| Slugs give shellshocks in these streets where funeral bells knock | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Jones | |
| 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 | |
| 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 regardless, 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 | |
| JohnnieWalker 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 Unverified, 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 unverified victimized by the system | |
| Cops and cellblocks, why hell rots | |
| Young thugs from | |
| Queens to unverified | |
| Slugs give shellshocks in these streets where funeral bells knock | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Jones | |
| 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 | |
| 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 regardless, 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 | |
| JohnnieWalker 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 Unverified, 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 unverified victimized by the system | |
| Cops and cellblocks, why hell rots | |
| Young thugs from | |
| Queens to unverified | |
| Slugs give shellshocks in these streets where funeral bells knock | |
| 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 |
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