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Strictly This Game

RBL Posse

An Eye for an Eye

1997

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?

was blurred
Judge a man by the action not just simply on words
Based my standing in the game on the promise i heard
I Made sure all the beats and all

(Nah)
Sit and observe in my mind
All about action like mimes
Grew up surrounded by snakes and roaches and rats no wonder I got into crime (Fuck Em')
I saw

wanna overstep
But you've been playing hard to get
You da' baddest in the room I must confess
I got energy to protect
And judging from the hickeys on your

performed two songs and most hate it
I'm despised by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he

Somebody stepped inside your soul
Somebody stepped inside your soul
Little by little they robbed and stole
‘Till someone else was in control
I give

at last?

Wooden floor cracks as I take a step forward

A cold breeze in back of my neck
A stench fills the room, the stench fills the room
Accumulated dust

and every other inference

At the wake, awakened a dream
The motorcade curved like a snake through the streets
Black men in black suits, heavy heat
White

the president, hearing the engine of the all-black truck 'cause we revving it
Y'all full of jealousy, I got a hoe in the Netherlands, she like my melanin
Stay with

house and garage I've been
Foul with the bars but I spit my album in
Half from rowdy to calm
Now sound the alarms, they wonder how
I'm still underground

and an album in the same year
This the 30,000 foot view the sky's clear
Oh the views from the leer
Oh the views from up here
And you wonder who I am yo I'm right

transaction

In a black Nissan five deep
We drinking four lokos
Three of us too fucked up and one sleep
We taking photos
This bitch done threw up all over

of
Niggas that give a round of applause and clap rugers
Being in black cruisers sip drank outta fat coolers
And being in every Chinese restaurant like fat

on my Jack Jones
Take everything but that soul
At least you're still alive
I'm evil in disguise
This guy's like black Coke coca-Coca
Yeah i'm liking fat

She said she don't suck dick
Then I'm not tryna fuck
I got a 3.5 in this russian
Let lil bro roll it up
I feel like Giannis cause my buck's big
Feel

Yeah, Double O Devin, Ow
Jones
Skinny physique, but I'm a beast Raised in the heat, I was runnin' the streets
Draped in designer, my swag is unique

way into my heart
Selfless and wise in all of your ways
Empathy
One of the many characters u get
Not to mention
You dey stand by me in the worst of my

crazy
Scared of who made me, turn so x-rated
Calling me papi, feel like Darth Vader
Dressed in all black, the wack ones get killed
It's a funeral every

stuck in a loop
With a black brush to access
Rather hung by a noose
But that's nothing new
I'm unbeatable in self sabotage don't need an entourage
To make

That is sitting in my fire
Shittin on 'em as a child
And that is word unto messiah
That's on bitches
That's on niggas
Ain't no Reggie by this entry
Spill

thru nights
I said don’t worry baby
My vision is not by sight
Black diamond my vvs
They don’t wanna see me unleash
Cause they lookin like food
I’m

This is the last time, dude
If I don't do it I'm done

My name is Ody, self-explanatory
In court getting judged by the fucking jury
Attack your nurse

a pistol by a rotary phone
He was a hot-tip handicapper on football, never took a student loan
So he passed with honors by sellin' numbers to everybody in

my boxes she'll be taking my name, yeah!
Girls in their masquerade, tits, lips, ass is fake
White women with back, black women with bangs and straight