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)