Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strictly This Game, artist - RBL Posse. Date of issue: 06.01.1997
Song language: English
Strictly This Game |
| It’s strictly this game that I’m stickin to |
| And stayin true |
| Tryin not to do what those fakers do |
| While I’m payin dues |
| I’m makin moves in this rap game |
| See everybody want the fame, I want the fourtune |
| Niggas be scorchin hot |
| Got a place that I moved in up north |
| Got my face on the front page of the Source |
| And dispite the ways, you niggas playa hate |
| That RBL is breakin wails in every state |
| Don’t perpitrate though I heard you wanna make moves like me |
| But you don’t have the right skills for this industry |
| So never mind, I can always, catch you on the grind |
| You can’t fade this game, see cuz this game takes time |
| But see you still havin million dollar dreams and it seems your plots |
| And schemes to earn that knot ain’t workin |
| But keep hopin, while I keep flowin |
| For strictly this game, stayin true |
| Y’all ain’t knowin |
| Chorus *(Iyesha Johnson)* x4 |
| Strictly this game, I’m sticking to.(Strictly this game) |
| Verse 2 *(Black C)* |
| This rap game is what I’m talkin bout |
| I’m makin clout |
| And got G’s in my bank accout |
| So what you thinkin bout? |
| Probably a robbery or to murder me |
| That jelousy an envy is what’s hurtin us G’s |
| You wanna take my possessions on the strength |
| I be wreckin this mic |
| Gettin sponsered by Nike |
| All this hype be surroundin me |
| And I heard that on the block that you was clowin me, sayin |
| You ain’t my homie to be a cold day in hell before I make enough mail |
| To help my niggas to excel |
| I have a feelin I won’t… fall |
| I’m grabbin a hold to my chesse and sayin «Fuck all of y’all» |
| Cuz we got bigger balls |
| So why don’t you catch us in that V.I.P. |
| section |
| Seated to perfection |
| Sippin hurricane, tryin to flirt them thangs |
| Doin, what us playas do |
| An ah, smokin truth |
| For this game stayin true uh |
| Verse 3 *(Black C)* |
| We been 360 degrees |
| Niggas please |
| I cruised the world a thousand times |
| Gettin mine |
| At the shows, proper hoes, spittin flows wit the homies |
| Niggas can’t come backstage it’s members only |
| An a bitch can’t get no backstage pass |
| Unless it’s backstage ass |
| And that’s word to my nigga C-Note, and he know |
| The way we used to work this |
| Mo money, mo money green he felt that was our purpose |
| An when you hurt we got a spot |
| You was trippin gettin hot |
| Wanna shoot me wit yo Glock |
| Wanna hope my album flop |
| But never that, my shit is phat |
| My shit be hittin hard like Barry Bonds that fuckin bat |
| That’s real |
| I’m RBL nigga, wrote a song about it. |
| Like hear it? |
| Here it go… |
| An I’m a nigga! |
| We’re a nigga! |
| She’s a nigga! |
| We’re some niggas! |
| Wouldn’t you like to be an RBL nigga toooo! |
| (haha play it again one mo time!) |
| An I’m a nigga! |
| Come on! |
| You’re a nigga! |
| Let’s do it! |
| We’re some niggas! |
| An you would want to be an RBL nigga toooo! |
| Fo life! |
| Ahh to the fullest. |
| To the fullest |