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Swallowed By The Game - текст песни



Swallowed By The Game


[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]



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