Sticky Fingaz - Caught In Da Game - Sözleri

[Chorus]

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







[Sticky Fingaz]



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



But reguardless, this nigga here is out of the field

Under my garments, gun tuck, packin that steel





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







[Chorus]





[Sticky Fingaz]



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



That goes to tell you he ain't show me nothin

Had to feel my way through with the revolver







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







[Chorus]







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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 ? victimized by the system

Cops and cellblocks, why hell rots





Young thugs from Queens to ?



Slugs give shellshocks in these streets where funeral bells knock







[Chorus]

														   

														   











		
			



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