Defined By The Dollar

Lyrics

[Intro] Defined by the dollar [Verse 1] Now I parlay in the South Bay where shady figures breed Layin' awake playin' each language like monopoly But ain't no stoppin' me 'cause I'm a juggernaut Like slugs from a Glock pop, blowin' your fuckin' nugget off the spot Fools be illin' in the a.m., runnin' the gambit on sham shit You slip, your man's click be tryna plan licks Plottin' on your own ammo for dough, a cutthroat That's why I can't fuck with folks, I keep in touch and though I maintain And keep it straight with my peoples We're now investin' in these western ideas Can leave your evil on that swirl effect thing Them shiesty bastards after chump change Strictly hatin', playin' punk games, yo I'm sayin' they ain't ready for Freddy, they're burnt out before they twenty 'Cause they only think with natural instincts, just the cunning Fast money keeps 'em hungry while that slow dough keeps the belt loose Tonight's birth, tea and cake, you know I felt you When the trife handed life, dealt you The grands that you killed you are them same dollar bills that could have built you The gamble for green could mean you shamble dreams Or annual capital in the teens, expand your team to a regime See, it's all about that fact, wrap until your last trip To where you ripped the unprepared, need the ass-kickers What you do but don't know about your fiscal income Decides your outcome in this next millenium, so I ask [Chorus] Who got the answer to this ''Can't see in and out my insides''? I can't decide, I'm out for dough or pride Make it happen, it's the anthem for the blue collar baller But the hustle, it's defined by the dollar And I ask Who got the answer to this ''Can't see in and out my insides''? I can't decide, I'm out for dough or pride Make it happen, it's the anthem for the blue collar baller But the hustle, it's defined by the dollar (Right) [Verse 2] Sometimes my peers be puttin' too much weight on these years They feel we're near Armageddon but my soul's suited for livin' Body or mind 'cause I ain't takin' what's givin' If you rely on sign, you'll be only in that same shit you've been in I take heed but still build and plan to make G's My clan [?] to think beyond Babylon [?] 'Cause frankly my agenda represents my name Strive in this game, tryna keep my brain off this earthly thing And I search for fame and walk a tight line between daps and snaps I want my rhymes and shrine, but now the green got me fiendin' Perhaps and maybe because I may never see above sweepers That pay these srubs but true MC's need love too So what's a brother like ya gotta do? Smother my pride and hood ride like Dre and Biggy do? I ain't p-hin' (Nah), just debatin', you know turnin' my wheels Tryna keep it real and earn a mill', so I ask [Chorus] Who got the answer to this ''Can't see in and out my insides''? I can't decide, I'm out for dough or pride Make it happen, it's the anthem for the blue collar baller But the hustle, it's defined by the dollar And I ask Who got the answer to this ''Can't see in and out my insides''? I can't decide, I'm out for dough or pride Make it happen, it's the anthem for the blue collar baller But the hustle, defined by the dollar [Outro] Yeah Who got the answer to this ''Can't see in and out my insides''? I can't decide, I'm out for dough or pride Make it happen, it's the anthem for the blue collar baller But the hustle, it's defined by the dollar, the dollar And I say I'm out for dough or pride Make it happen, it's the anthem for the blue collar baller But the hustle, it's defined by the— Juggernauts, '96