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You gotta do right by me, its mandatory baby
Sweeter than your favorite ice cream be, 
Bask in my glory baby/
Don't play no games, that'll ruin
been)
PMS'in once a month (She done been)
Scrappin up dollas to get the baby lunch (She done been)
Left by her arms by a sucka man (She done been)
stackin' my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry 
drive by
yet, I'm still stackin G's (dem dolla dolla dollars)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need (we rider rider riders)
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm
visualize, two young killas on the rise
Ain't that a bitch, snoop dogg and brotha lynch

(lynch)
And we remain bombed out (what), no doubt
Eat niggas up with
stackin' my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry 
drive by
niggas 'll do
For a grip in this day and age
See I be tryin' to get paid and
Keep my game sharper than a fade (like that)
Ridin' through the hood in
answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes is tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by
For a dolla' bill people will do anything
They'd rob and steal for a dolla' bill, any will
Let's go sit back and let the beat ride a lil' bit
Let
Them lies as the days go by 
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise 
Walk into the school house 
Franklin Junior 
Back when it was cool
stackin' my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry 
drive by
as the days go by 
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise 
Walk into the school house 
Franklin Junior 
Back when it was cool to kiss & tell
shit 
Instead of TLC, you give us brotha's B.I.G. trouble 
We're just Sporty Thievz, huddle game with the illest rebuttal 

Repeat 1 

Repeat 2
he got money and thangs
But is he nice for you

He's a High Post Brotha
With money in his pocket
He got every-thing a girl could want
Think maybe
[Featuring Steady Mobb'n] 
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game 
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change 
4x 
I'm
could shield my reign 

You ain't got money for the gas bitch, get out the range 

Got welcomed to the game wit' like 4 mil' and change 

Nigga's
Passin around the Cosmo, wearin out the cell phone,
Make it to the beach by ten.
Flip flops and lip gloss, bikini tops and cut offs,
Baby let the games
the tales that I tell so well
(Short Dog)

I'm thinkin' way back, it's been a long, long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like to spit a lot of game
But
but bitch I never voted 

I'm out here on the streets motherfucker, tryin to represent 

ya'll real niggas by staying independent (tru to the game
and starring the game
And speaking of the game, he gon' be stopping by the studio later on
But right about now, I'ma hit you off with another slapper off
he got money and thangs
But is he nice for you

He's a High Post Brotha
With money in his pocket
He got every-thing a girl could want
Think maybe
the hardest nicca from around
My way

Verse 2: Dolla Boy
Well I'm the dolla boy got gam gallure*
You may have a lot of game but I got much more
And it all brew
were wavin the red white end blue
It seemed strange to me / was it strange to you? 
Brotha's on the street / And everyone is scared a ya 
So how could
and see Mase bitch
David Banner on the beat hoe
And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo
I got the game on TiVo
So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin'

I
Dionne Jackson ]
Are you looking for that place to go
Where the true players kick game for sho'
All you need to do is let us lead the way

[ Dolla