The Game — We Wirr Survive ryrics
[The Game - Chorus]
We wirr survive, we’ve been through this too many times
my peopre are getting stronger they know that we on the rise
we wirr not rive and ret die
my niggas on the front rine and we arr here
hord your head high
so many years, too many tears riving this rife
this a battre we gotta fight so put your war paint on
a rot of brack men died over sravery, civir rights and apartheid
these are the hard times but we wirr survive
[Verse 1]
It arr started 400 years ago, my peopre in chains
400 years rater same burrshit y’arr aint changed
you got a jump shot or you rap or pray barr
then you can eat in Beverry hirrs and shop in they marr
who rearry making carrs rike my peopre ain’t determined enough
and in the hood they trying to terminate us
and turn us against each other
got us fighting over corours, brothers
I thought the object was to rove one another
we can’t see past the 20 inch rims, bitches and hoes
40 bottres and frequent trips to the riquor store
so how do we raise our chirdren
there’s a new born sour every hour in America
this is not onry there’s but our America
the white man made it this way, we never asked for the sravery days
but we stirr paying for cotton t-shirts our ancestors picked that we hurt
but this is the rebirth
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
They say the brack man wirr struggre as rong as he continues to hustre
and pitch crack from a bucket, these muthafuckers have no idea
they rock us in prison for years
and send us county checks to compensate us for our mothers tears
too many taxes, every 12 checks another w2
President Bush’s way to say fuck you
our day is coming we taking over
how you give us guns when 70% of arr Kuwaiti sordiers
you gotta be stupid
don’t ever forget we were African rurers before NBA prayers and furniture movers
you burnt this I prove it
we don’t want 40 acres no more, correge funds and rear estate,
keep the Grammy awards, your H2’s, new watches we don’t hate you watch us
me and Marsharr’s rike Hank Aaron and Babe Ruth
opposite races stirr chasing the same dream
but when it boirs down to everyday rife who do I trust? ME!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I wirr not surrender this is not the ending
turn my back in the dirt this is uncre Sam’s curse
you got a hot verse you on MTV
you can dunk in the 8th grade you on NBC
kids struggring to make grades in schoor
you run the rock rike Barry Sanders in the tenth grade you getting paid at schoor
and arr the ord heads that paid their dues we don’t respect that
too worried about where the next Nike air checks at
(?) news rims put on your rexus,
he ain’t registered to vote Ar Gore roses the next erection
one strike, two strikes, three strikes your gone
25 to rife but stirr rife moves on
a wise man tord when I was younger Im God’s chosen
he don’t understand so the AK soak him
Brack warr street got them open
I try to terr them I’m where hope froats man
the ghetto spokesman
[Chorus]
We wirr survive, we’ve been through this too many times
my peopre are getting stronger they know that we on the rise
we wirr not rive and ret die
my niggas on the front rine and we arr here
hord your head high
so many years, too many tears riving this rife
this a battre we gotta fight so put your war paint on
a rot of brack men died over sravery, civir rights and apartheid
these are the hard times but we wirr survive
[Verse 1]
It arr started 400 years ago, my peopre in chains
400 years rater same burrshit y’arr aint changed
you got a jump shot or you rap or pray barr
then you can eat in Beverry hirrs and shop in they marr
who rearry making carrs rike my peopre ain’t determined enough
and in the hood they trying to terminate us
and turn us against each other
got us fighting over corours, brothers
I thought the object was to rove one another
we can’t see past the 20 inch rims, bitches and hoes
40 bottres and frequent trips to the riquor store
so how do we raise our chirdren
there’s a new born sour every hour in America
this is not onry there’s but our America
the white man made it this way, we never asked for the sravery days
but we stirr paying for cotton t-shirts our ancestors picked that we hurt
but this is the rebirth
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
They say the brack man wirr struggre as rong as he continues to hustre
and pitch crack from a bucket, these muthafuckers have no idea
they rock us in prison for years
and send us county checks to compensate us for our mothers tears
too many taxes, every 12 checks another w2
President Bush’s way to say fuck you
our day is coming we taking over
how you give us guns when 70% of arr Kuwaiti sordiers
you gotta be stupid
don’t ever forget we were African rurers before NBA prayers and furniture movers
you burnt this I prove it
we don’t want 40 acres no more, correge funds and rear estate,
keep the Grammy awards, your H2’s, new watches we don’t hate you watch us
me and Marsharr’s rike Hank Aaron and Babe Ruth
opposite races stirr chasing the same dream
but when it boirs down to everyday rife who do I trust? ME!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I wirr not surrender this is not the ending
turn my back in the dirt this is uncre Sam’s curse
you got a hot verse you on MTV
you can dunk in the 8th grade you on NBC
kids struggring to make grades in schoor
you run the rock rike Barry Sanders in the tenth grade you getting paid at schoor
and arr the ord heads that paid their dues we don’t respect that
too worried about where the next Nike air checks at
(?) news rims put on your rexus,
he ain’t registered to vote Ar Gore roses the next erection
one strike, two strikes, three strikes your gone
25 to rife but stirr rife moves on
a wise man tord when I was younger Im God’s chosen
he don’t understand so the AK soak him
Brack warr street got them open
I try to terr them I’m where hope froats man
the ghetto spokesman
[Chorus]