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LA Capone-Play For Keeps Lyrics

L’A Capone (Verse 1)

We play for keeps
The whole hood know me
No new n*ggas,
they ain’t on the block making guap trying to feed the team
Got a Motherf*cking dot, no circle
Big 30 hanging out, no curfew
One call, Yea Booka gonna murk you
Sneak diss, man that’s gonna hurt
Oh yea, we taking sh*t
Steady running from the jakes and sh*t
When we reach the top, we can stop doing this basic sh*t
Cause I’d ride and die for my n*ggas
I’d get crucified for my n*ggas
You’ll never see a one on one f*uck boy,
The whole squad gonna get you
These n*ggas so funny though
They’ll act like your homie though
They see some bands, but they ain’t your man
They’ll just bail like Romeo
And I’m still by the corner store,
F*ck all this rapping bro
Might think this a concert,
And get beyond hurt, cuz we clapping?, hoe
Now roll that dope or sip, on the block we smoking sh*t
And n*gga die because the cops come quicker than the mother*cker doctors, sh*t
It’s one thing I never did, and that’s love a b*tch
Cuz I’m driller sick, I only love my click
But my OG told me to slow down, I see an opp and he get blown down
Take him down and smoke this whole pound
Ah they deep huh, empty the round
Get caught but I won’t make a sound
But its dead cause I’m shooting out of town
Selling green and white but no brown
Finna bust a shell right now
These n*ggas ain’t really in the field
Them folks going in for the kill
Late night trying to creep with the steel
Shondale how that hot sh*t feel
And I love when I’m off that pill
Can’t change boy I’m too real
They say real n*ggas don’t say they’re real
Well f*ck-n*gga I’m real
And if he can’t break bread he fake
I had one more buck in my plate
It was me and bro, we was in the store
And both of us got 50 cents cake
A b*tch can’t tell me she late,
The condom I use don’t break
We at the starter point of this race,
We gonna win, n*gga I can’t wait

RondoNumbaNine (Verse 2)

Rondo'll game with your soul
GDK f*ck a brick and expose
In the hood, strapped up with a bunch of poles
Jakes snatch me up, but you know I can’t fold
600 for my n*gga D-Rose
All these hoes kind of getting too old
I ain’t playing no lover games with them lover gangs
Niggas get smoked
Yeah, it's a lot of shooters on my squad
Yeah, it's a lot of shooters on my squad
If he holding on the work he get robbed
Tech on my neck, I don’t need a bodyguard
These n*ggas be crazy, these n*ggas don’t tote
These n*ggas think it’s a joke,
let me see an opp, Imma blown
See a lot of niggas say I changed
Cause Rondo done made a little change
I still claim the set I claimed
And I ain’t going, try to take my chain
D-block for my n*gga M Thang
Steve Drive, that’s my campaign
And I would know swift, I just don’t exist,
Cause there’s blood on my name
Yea I’m a shooter b*tch
Tay 600 up them rugers quick
Dead beat pops, got raised by the block
I would try to make it flip
He’s probably with his mom
He’s probably on the porch
Since a youngin b*tch I’ve been that n*gga
I was born to torch
You know I rock n*gga
They know I rock n*gga
CDai got 22 shots
Aye 8 more, that’s a mop n*gga
N*ggas do all that talking,
My n*ggas don’t come from that code
Rock an opp, they could take that loss
600 b*tch Rondo the boss

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