Strictly This Game-RBL Posse

Verse 1 *(Black C)* 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 Niggaz 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 niggaz 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 ＇cause 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 niggaz to excel I have a feelin I won＇t.... fall I＇m grabbin a hold to my chesse and sayin ＂F**k all of y＇all＂ ＇cause 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. *(Chorus)* Verse 3 *(Black C)* We been 360 degrees Niggaz please I cruised the world a thousand times Gettin mine At the shows, proper hoes, spittin flows wit the homies Niggaz can＇t come backstage it＇s members only An a b**ch can＇t get no backstage pass Unless it＇s backstage a** And that＇s word to my ni**a 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 sh*t is phat My sh*t be hittin hard like Barry Bonds that f**kin bat That＇s real. *(Chorus)* until it fades out. *(Man talking)* I＇m RBL ni**a, wrote a song about it. Like hear it? Here it go.... An I＇m a ni**a! We＇re a ni**a! She＇s a ni**a! We＇re some niggaz! Wouldn＇t you like to be an RBL ni**a toooo! (haha play it again one mo time!) An I＇m a ni**a! Come on! You＇re a ni**a! Let＇s do it! We＇re some niggaz! An you would want to be an RBL ni**a toooo! Fo life! Ahh to the fullest. To the fullest.