G-Man Stan - Strictly This Game lyrics

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