| It’s strictly this game that I’m stickin to
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| And stayin true
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| Tryin not to do what those fakers do
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| While I’m payin dues
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| I’m makin moves in this rap game
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| See everybody want the fame, I want the fourtune
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| Niggas be scorchin hot
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| Got a place that I moved in up north
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| Got my face on the front page of the Source
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| And dispite the ways, you niggas playa hate
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| That RBL is breakin wails in every state
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| Don’t perpitrate though I heard you wanna make moves like me
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| But you don’t have the right skills for this industry
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| So never mind, I can always, catch you on the grind
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| You can’t fade this game, see cuz this game takes time
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| But see you still havin million dollar dreams and it seems your plots
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| And schemes to earn that knot ain’t workin
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| But keep hopin, while I keep flowin
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| For strictly this game, stayin true
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| Y’all ain’t knowin
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| Chorus *(Iyesha Johnson)* x4
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| Strictly this game, I’m sticking to.(Strictly this game)
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| Verse 2 *(Black C)*
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| This rap game is what I’m talkin bout
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| I’m makin clout
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| And got G’s in my bank accout
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| So what you thinkin bout?
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| Probably a robbery or to murder me
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| That jelousy an envy is what’s hurtin us G’s
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| You wanna take my possessions on the strength
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| I be wreckin this mic
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| Gettin sponsered by Nike
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| All this hype be surroundin me
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| And I heard that on the block that you was clowin me, sayin
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| You ain’t my homie to be a cold day in hell before I make enough mail
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| To help my niggas to excel
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| I have a feelin I won’t… fall
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| I’m grabbin a hold to my chesse and sayin «Fuck all of y’all»
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| Cuz we got bigger balls
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| So why don’t you catch us in that V.I.P. |
| section
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| Seated to perfection
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| Sippin hurricane, tryin to flirt them thangs
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| Doin, what us playas do
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| An ah, smokin truth
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| For this game stayin true uh
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| Verse 3 *(Black C)*
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| We been 360 degrees
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| Niggas please
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| I cruised the world a thousand times
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| Gettin mine
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| At the shows, proper hoes, spittin flows wit the homies
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| Niggas can’t come backstage it’s members only
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| An a bitch can’t get no backstage pass
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| Unless it’s backstage ass
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| And that’s word to my nigga C-Note, and he know
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| The way we used to work this
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| Mo money, mo money green he felt that was our purpose
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| An when you hurt we got a spot
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| You was trippin gettin hot
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| Wanna shoot me wit yo Glock
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| Wanna hope my album flop
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| But never that, my shit is phat
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| My shit be hittin hard like Barry Bonds that fuckin bat
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| That’s real
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| I’m RBL nigga, wrote a song about it. |
| Like hear it? |
| Here it go…
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| An I’m a nigga! |
| We’re a nigga!
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| She’s a nigga! |
| We’re some niggas!
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| Wouldn’t you like to be an RBL nigga toooo!
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| (haha play it again one mo time!)
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| An I’m a nigga! |
| Come on!
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| You’re a nigga! |
| Let’s do it!
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| We’re some niggas!
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| An you would want to be an RBL nigga toooo!
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| Fo life! |
| Ahh to the fullest. |
| To the fullest |