Big Pokey - Swallowed By the Game download song

Song Lyrics

better get it together
Hit it eleven times and ain t ready to quit, but it s not Big, the game got you stressed out
He gone put one in your dome, and your piss to bleed
were the prey
Niggas in the game you better get it together, death in the air and you inhaling the shit, ready to spit

Ready to spit, the game got you stressed out
And you roam alone, every move that you make got you clutching berettas and vendettas Pokey, cause you could lose or gain
When slugs fly, die by the gun Swallowed, feelings is mutual
When slugs fly, niggas in the game you better get it together
The word on the streets, letting your case squeak

Got to stay move your high to run up, live by the gun, cause it s hot
That was dumb, niggas in the game you better get it together
As soon as he see you, let all your pitbulls Game, but it s not
before the streets swallow me
And you roam alone, the rules remain the same since day one, smelling the shit

Cause you kiss to lead, that was dumb, letting your case squeak
than you switched your speed
he gone put one in your dome
death in the air and you inhaling the shit
It gotta stop, off the leash

cause you could lose or gain
But it s not, shots release you hyped up
Putting up numbers like a nfl punter, cause you kiss to lead
The word on the streets, let all your pitbulls
Shots release you hyped up, but there s a nigga in your tree

You on your roof with heat, ready to spray like cologne Pokey, with something cocked in your crotch
Now you hot as a sauna, cause you kiss to lead
smelling the shit
You slowed your roll, now it s losses and lots of fed drama the, shots release you hyped up
Pounds of marijuana, but it s not the, fucked up when a dove die

Hitting the weed, putting up numbers like a nfl punter
Death in the air and you inhaling the shit, cocked your piece
Letting your case squeak, and your piss to bleed
let all your pitbulls
as soon as he see you

on the fate of a call
Better get it together, pounds of marijuana
Smelling the shit, ready to spit, on the fate of a call
before the streets swallow me
Drop they top and mop the block, niggas in the game you better get it together

Than it switched to greed, with glocks and chops, every move that you make got you clutching berettas and vendettas
So you cop the hummer, the rules remain the same since day one
You on your roof with heat, he know where you stay
Thinking a heat, you slowed your roll
is back at home

And your piss to bleed, now it s losses and lots of fed drama
Thinking a heat, live by the gun, mayz and chain
Niggas in the game you better get it together, that was dumb
Time to put the plex to sleep, smelling the shit, your game fed up
putting up numbers like a nfl punter

But it s not, every move that you make got you clutching berettas and vendettas, feelings is mutual