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 (*##$ 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 $#&@in with my freedom, let's keep it real fool

Don't underestimate ^!$$%z 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 $$# down
^!$$% 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 %#@! 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)

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 mother$#&@ing 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 ^!$$%z 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 %#@! you building, was making white man plenty


got the game $#&@ed up, and you'll never be rich
It's all about respect and they treat you like a (*##$


(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
(*##$ you can't stop my mack attack
I know you love this %#@!, 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 $#&@ 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 $$# ^!$$% like you
so I just try to stay focused and do my job

Turn that %#@! up loud and watch a (*##$ head bob
Cause I'm the Too S-H-O-R-T
I take a square $$# (*##$ 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 %#@! is real
Trying to find out why a ^!$$% got killed
I'm about to hurt somebody, give a $#&@ 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 ^!$$%
got your guns you don't want none
You stupid mother$#&@er where they come from

from the white man, get em like fast food
With an attitude to make a ^!$$% blast you
You little violent mother$#&@er don't play with me
Cause they ain't never ended slavery $#&@in with my freedom


(survivin the game)