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

[Verse 1: L'A Capone] We play for keeps The whole hood know me No n***as they ain't on the block, making gwop, trynna' feed the team Gotta' muh' f**in' 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 sh** Steady running from the jakes and sh** When we reach the top, we can stop doing this basic sh** Cause I'll ride or die for my n***as I'll get crucified for my n***as You'll never see a one-on-one, f** boy The whole squad gon' get you These n***as 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 f** all this rapping bro Might think it's a concert, and get beyond hurt, cause we clapping hoe Now roll that dope sh** On the block we smoking sh** And n***as die cause the cops come quicker than a muh' f**in' doctor, sh**! It's one thing I never did, and that's love a b**h Cause I'm drilling sh**, 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 n***as ain't really in the field Lil' Folks going in for the k** Late night, trynna' creep with the steel Shondale, how that hot sh** feel? And I love when I'm off that pill Can't change, boy I'm too real They say real n***as don't say they real, well f** n***a 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 b**h can't tell me she's late The condoms I use don't break We at the starting point of this race sh** We gonna' win, n***a I can't wait! [Transition: RondoNumbaNine] Taking off, let's get it! L'A, what up bro? L'A Capone in the cut L'A Capone f** 'em up! [Verse 2: RondoNumbaNine] Rondo'll gamble with ya' soul GDK, f** 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 n***a D. Rose All these hoes kinda' getting too old I ain't playing no lovers games with them lover gangs, n***as 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 n***as be crazy! These n***as don't tote! These n***as think it's a joke, let me see a opp, I'mma blow! See a lotta' n***as 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 n***a 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, b**h 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', b**h I been that n***a I was blowing the torch You-you know how I rock, n***a They-they know how I rock, n***a Cdai got 22 shots, n***a Add 8 more, that's a mop, n***a n***as do all that talk My n***as come from that code Rock a opp, they could take that loss Six Hunnid, b**h Rondo the boss! [Outro: RondoNumbaNine] Let's get it! Let's get it! Bang! A lotta' shooters Free D. Rose, he f** 'em up!