Caught in Da Game

[Chorus]<br>In these streets, where we from<br>We all caught in the game<br>Tryna pull our life out of the drain<br>If you don`t make it, you the one to blame<br>In this life, that we live<br>We only tryna survive<br>It`s hard with the blind leading the blind<br>Everybody here stuck in the grind<br><br>[Sticky Fingaz]<br>They said I was crazy, nigga sick in the head<br>Who raised me? My mother was sick in the bed<br>How could you blame me? On the block gettin that bread<br>They couldn`t change me, too hot, dippin them feds<br>I made a promise, not to go back to jail<br>Under my garments, gun tuck, packin that steel<br>But reguardless, this nigga here is out of the field<br>Now my partners is only money, that`s real<br>I got my mind made up, my shine ain`t up<br>Until I`m in that casket, my time ain`t up<br>Tell you bout my lifestyle, I`ll walk you through<br>First mix the Louie wit the Johnnie-Walker blue<br>Now peep the hooptie, I`m followed by my crew<br>Hundred thou` in jewelry when the God come through<br>I kept it thorough with my ear to the streets<br>Now we gettin Cash Money without the gold teeth<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Sticky Fingaz]<br>I done seen pain, felt pain and lived pain nigga<br>Half my life in these streets down the drain<br>Analyze the game through the eyes of my father<br>Had to feel my way through with the revolver<br>That goes to tell you he ain`t show me nothin<br>Mad at the world when they ain`t owe me nothin<br>So I apply pressure, why not for more measure<br>And more cake, we turn hoods to whole states<br>For my real niggaz, dressed in greens is upstate<br>Trapped in that cold cell with no bail<br>We ain`t mean to hurt nobody to get them dollars up<br>Half my niggaz goin dead`ll push ya flowers up<br>I`m fresh out the county, with no shoe laces<br>They thought they could stop us with probation?<br>We just live on the run and switch up locations<br>Play the future by the air until it`s time to face it<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>(???)<br>Young niggaz stay hungry for war<br>Bred and raised by hustlers and whores<br>Born the struggle in this jungle, escape poor<br>While the White House got ten rooms with ten blind doors<br>I was born to fight for what`s right, by the day and night<br>Prayin for life cause shit ain`t tight in these streets<br>That`s why I stay squeezin my heat<br>And strippin life from mammals<br>A hungry young hustler ready to gamble<br>For a better way of livin so fuck sittin in prison<br>Cause every niggaz a ? victimized by the system<br>Cops and cellblocks, why hell rots<br>Young thugs from Queens to ?<br>Slugs give shellshocks in these streets where funeral bells knock<br><br>[Chorus]