Defined By The Dollar (Street)

[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