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 bitch 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 fuckin with my freedom, let's keep it real fool

Don't underestimate niggaz 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 ass down

Nigga 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 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



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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 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 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 you'll never be rich

It's all about respect and they treat you like a bitch



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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

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-T

I take a square ass bitch and turn her into a freak



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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

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



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