Survivin' the Game Lyrics
| Song | Survivin' the Game |
| Artist | Too Short |
| Album | Gettin' It (Album Number Ten) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Banks, Shaw | |
| Yeah, Short | |
| Dawg in the house(Survivin' the game) | |
| Survivin' the game man(Survivin' the game) | |
| It ain't easy when you out here for uh(Survivin' the game) | |
| Ten years hanging with the cut throats(Survivin' the game) | |
| Back stabbers, playa, haters y'know what | |
| I'm sayin'?(Survivin' the game, survivin' the game) | |
| But I'm a bitch killa always was and always will be(Survivin' the game) | |
| 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 that who'll kill you' | |
| Cause everything changed and everybody got a strap | |
| Don't wanna be attacked, better keep it on your lap | |
| I'm smobbing in my drop, | |
| I'm feelin' like | |
| PriestSuper fly top down speeding down 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 which he's 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's bound to burst | |
| Into a long conversation 'bout everything you did | |
| No more tusslin', time to do a bid | |
| In that brand new jail that they built for you | |
| Where the smallest little things you get killed over | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Ain't no bailin' out, got you mad as hell | |
| Instead of sending you to school, they pay to 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 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 | |
| All 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 thirty years old and far from done | |
| I don't care what you think, | |
| I ain't forgot where | |
| I'm fromEast | |
| Oakland, that's where | |
| I learnedEverything | |
| 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 TI 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game |
| zuo ci : Banks, Shaw | |
| Yeah, Short | |
| Dawg in the house Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game man Survivin' the game | |
| It ain' t easy when you out here for uh Survivin' the game | |
| Ten years hanging with the cut throats Survivin' the game | |
| Back stabbers, playa, haters y' know what | |
| I' m sayin'? Survivin' the game, survivin' the game | |
| But I' m a bitch killa always was and always will be Survivin' the game | |
| 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 that who' ll kill you' | |
| Cause everything changed and everybody got a strap | |
| Don' t wanna be attacked, better keep it on your lap | |
| I' m smobbing in my drop, | |
| I' m feelin' like | |
| PriestSuper fly top down speeding down 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 which he' s 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' s bound to burst | |
| Into a long conversation ' bout everything you did | |
| No more tusslin', time to do a bid | |
| In that brand new jail that they built for you | |
| Where the smallest little things you get killed over | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Ain' t no bailin' out, got you mad as hell | |
| Instead of sending you to school, they pay to 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 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 | |
| All 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 thirty years old and far from done | |
| I don' t care what you think, | |
| I ain' t forgot where | |
| I' m fromEast | |
| Oakland, that' s where | |
| I learnedEverything | |
| 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 TI 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game |
| zuò cí : Banks, Shaw | |
| Yeah, Short | |
| Dawg in the house Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game man Survivin' the game | |
| It ain' t easy when you out here for uh Survivin' the game | |
| Ten years hanging with the cut throats Survivin' the game | |
| Back stabbers, playa, haters y' know what | |
| I' m sayin'? Survivin' the game, survivin' the game | |
| But I' m a bitch killa always was and always will be Survivin' the game | |
| 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 that who' ll kill you' | |
| Cause everything changed and everybody got a strap | |
| Don' t wanna be attacked, better keep it on your lap | |
| I' m smobbing in my drop, | |
| I' m feelin' like | |
| PriestSuper fly top down speeding down 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 which he' s 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' s bound to burst | |
| Into a long conversation ' bout everything you did | |
| No more tusslin', time to do a bid | |
| In that brand new jail that they built for you | |
| Where the smallest little things you get killed over | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Ain' t no bailin' out, got you mad as hell | |
| Instead of sending you to school, they pay to 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 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 | |
| All 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 thirty years old and far from done | |
| I don' t care what you think, | |
| I ain' t forgot where | |
| I' m fromEast | |
| Oakland, that' s where | |
| I learnedEverything | |
| 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 TI 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game | |
| Survivin' the game |
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