Game, street lessons, game, game  Chapter one, alright go, yeah yeah, yo yo yo  Haha, one two, this is what is up, nigga (freeze)  Only the survivors survive in the world of survival  Where your rivals always wanna make it seem  like they're gonna do things and always concocting schemes and plots  You know exactly what it is (you know!)  You know exactly how it's gonna be (ha) haha (you'll never catch me fool)  What, five lessons, five chapters, I'ma start    How you gonna make a couple dollars  When you roam in zones filled with cowards  Ain't no way to make no real cash nigga  Conceal your canning, all you do is flash nigga (motherfucker)  I can tell, fool, you'll never get paid  'Cause niggaz like you ain't got no real game  With all them niggaz that you got by your side  You learned by yourself that the only way to ride  I'ma put you up on (game)  This whole world revolves around (game)  Pure indeed game, and let it obtain  I roll with my girl and weeds  All oversees with loot like I'm flipping keys  I heard niggaz gonna catch me on a slipping tip  Come through with the auto's, cock, flip and shit (hell no)  But I knew from the giddy-up, like EST  And got rid off my fo'-fifty and my G.S.3  I got...    Chorus (2x):  (game) This whole world revolves around  (game) Pure indeed game, and let it obtain  Once you realize you'll never live without (game)  Get paid without, no moves made without (game)    It's the force, the call of the holocaust  Go against the source, end up lost  The portrait of a wild puma  Silent penetration like poison, pinpointing  Isolating hearts, poetical poisonous darts  Puncture like needles, I always take care of my peoples  Verbals vital, no rivals, there's no equals, no sequels  With no one to help us  I'll leave you crying for help and helpless and healthless, wealthless  Oversellers envious and jealous  Bitches and sneaks, pants and muscles  I saw a view through the eyes  Fake ass, bitch ass niggaz in disguise  Keep calm, release the neutron napalm bomb on young hawks  Splitting wigs like logs, cloudy visions like fogs  When the pump gets to pumping,  niggaz get to jumping like frogs, smoke like bungs  Get to stepping, stepping with your weapon  Pause, creep crapped and left in the puddle in seconds  Fuck 'em with veterans, with game...    Chorus (2x)    One time, on time  Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all  Give it to me all, 'cause I love to brawl  Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all  One time, yeah I love to brawl  One time (give it up), one time (give it up)  Check it out    It's hard to sustain and maintain through life  With these motherfuckers throwing niggaz three strikes  The homie big Lou got a fo' on deez  That's the word, came up from flipping birds  Words travel like black talents  The homie's loud at silence, real G's move in silence  How you gonna make it to the next stage  If one second you're broke, the next minute paid  Now you got the police planning  Niggaz on the street scanning, loading up cannons  If it was me, I'd move silently  Prepare warfare, react violently  Lou is too flashy, new clothes  (???) with hoes, and got penetrated  He had too many hoes knowing where he resides  Soon as he got home niggaz was waiting in sight, no game  Shh...    Know what?    Chorus (3x)