Lyrics:

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 (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 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 o