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L'A Capone - Play For Keeps (100%) lyrics

[Verse 1: L'A Capone]

We play for keeps
The whole hood know me
No niggas they ain't on the block, making gwop, trynna' feed the team
Gotta' muh' fuckin' dot, no circle
Big 30 hanging out, no curfew
One call, yeah Booka gon' murk you
Sneak diss, man that's gon' hurt you
Oh yeah, we taking shit
Steady running from the jakes and shit
When we reach the top, we can stop doing this basic shit
Cause I'll ride or die for my niggas
I'll get crucified for my niggas
You'll never see a one-on-one, fuck boy
The whole squad gon' get you
These niggas so phony though
They'll act like ya' homie though
'Till they see some bands, but it ain't ya' mans, he just bail like Romeo
And I'm still by the corner store
Fuck all this rapping bro
Might think it's a concert, and get beyond hurt, cause we clapping hoe
Now roll that dope shit
On the block we smoking shit
And niggas die cause the cops come quicker than a muh' fuckin' doctor, shit!
It's one thing I never did, and that's love a bitch
Cause I'm drilling shit, I only love my clique
My OG told me slow down
See a opp then he get blowed down
Take him down, then smoke his whole pound
Aw, they deep, huh? Empty the round
Get caught and I won't make a sound
But it's dead cause I'm shooting out of town
We sell green, white, but no brown
I'm finna' bust a sell right now
These niggas ain't really in the field
Lil' Folks going in for the kill
Late night, trynna' creep with the steel
Shondale, how that hot shit feel?
And I love when I'm off that pill
Can't change, boy I'm too real
They say real niggas don't say they real, well fuck nigga I'm real
And if he can't break bread he fake
I had one more buck on my plate
It was me and bro, we was in the store
And both of us got fifty centy cakes
A bitch can't tell me she's late
The condoms I use don't break
We at the starting point of this race shit
We gonna' win, nigga I can't wait!

[Transition: RondoNumbaNine]

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Taking off, let's get it!
L'A, what up bro?
L'A Capone in the cut
L'A Capone fuck 'em up!

[Verse 2: RondoNumbaNine]

Rondo'll gamble with ya' soul
GDK, fuck a Brick, get exposed
In the hood strapped up, bunch of poles
Jakes snatch me up and you know I can't fold
Six Hunnid, free my nigga D. Rose
All these hoes kinda' getting too old
I ain't playing no lovers games with them lover gangs, niggas getting smoked
Yeah it's a lotta' shooters on my squad
Yeah it's a lotta' shooters on my squad
And if he holding on that work he getting robbed
Tec on my neck, I don't need no bodyguard
These niggas be crazy!
These niggas don't tote!
These niggas think it's a joke, let me see a opp, I'mma blow!
See a lotta' niggas say I changed
Cause Rondo done made a lil' change
I still claim the set I claim
And I ain't going trynna' take my chain
D Block, free my nigga M Thang!
Steve Drive, that's my campaign
And I will never switch, that just don't exist
Cause that's blood on my name
Yeah I'm a shooter, bitch
Tay Six Hunnid up them Rugers quick
Dead beat pops, got raised by the block
I was trynna' make it flip
He was probably wit' his moms
He was probably on the porch
Since a youngin', bitch I been that nigga
I was blowing the torch
You-you know how I rock, nigga
They-they know how I rock, nigga
Cdai got 22 shots, nigga
Add 8 more, that's a mop, nigga
Niggas do all that talk
My niggas come from that code
Rock a opp, they could take that loss
Six Hunnid, bitch Rondo the boss!

[Outro: RondoNumbaNine]

Let's get it!
Let's get it!
A lotta' shooters
Free D. Rose, he fuck 'em up!

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