[Big Pokey]  Before the streets swallow me, I'ma swallow the game  Just use your brain, cause you could lose or gain  The rules remain the same since day one  Live by the gun, die by the gun  Got to stain, got to stay move your high to run up  Blocks or broad, pounds of marijuana  Mayz and chain, so you cop the hummer  That was dumb, now you hot as a sauna   Putting up numbers like a NFL punter  Now it's losses and lots of fed drama  Started from hunger, than it switched to greed  You slowed your roll, than you switched your speed  You cutting my nigga, and your piss to bleed  Your game fed up, cause you kiss to lead  The game got you stressed out, hitting the weed  They'd tried to tell you but niggas ain't heat    [Chorus]  Niggas in the game you better get it together  Were the prey, and the streets the predator   Every move that you make got you clutching berettas and vendettas  Got you caught up in the mix with cheddar  Better get it together, cause it's hot  Stay on the watch, with something cocked in your crotch  Niggas'll plot, drop they top and mop the block  With glocks and chops, it gotta stop, but it's not    [Big Pokey]  The word on the streets, is back at home  As soon as he see you, he gone put one in your dome  He know where you stay, and you roam alone  Feelings is mutual, so you know it's on  On the fate of a call, hitting your phone  You clutching your chrome, ready to spray like cologne  Shots release you hyped up, cocked your piece  Let all your pitbulls, off the leash  Time to put the plex to sleep   You on your roof with heat, aiming at the Lexus jeep  Letting your case squeak, thinking a heat  But there's a nigga in your tree  Ready to spit, death in the air and you inhaling the shit  Smelling the shit, hit it eleven times and ain't ready to quit  When slugs fly, doves cry  Fucked up when a dove die    [Chorus]