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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 n-gg-s they ain’t on the block, making gwop, trynna’ feed the team
gotta’ muh’ f-cking 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-t
steady running from the jakes and sh-t
when we reach the top, we can stop doing this basic sh-t
cause i’ll ride or die for my n-gg-s
i’ll get crucified for my n-gg-s
you’ll never see a one-on-one, f-ck boy
the whole squad gon’ get you
these n-gg-s 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-ck all this rapping bro
might think it’s a concert, and get beyond hurt, cause we clapping hoe
now roll that dope sh-t
on the block we smoking sh-t
and n-gg-s die cause the cops come quicker than a muh’ f-cking doctor, sh-t!
it’s one thing i never did, and that’s love a b-tch
cause i’m drilling sh-t, 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-gg-s ain’t really in the field
lil’ folks going in for the kill
late night, trynna’ 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-gg-s don’t say they real, well f-ck n-gg- 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-tch can’t tell me she’s late
the condoms i use don’t break
we at the starting point of this race sh-t
we gonna’ win, n-gg- 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-ck ’em up!

[verse 2: rondonumbanine]

rondo’ll gamble with ya’ soul
gdk, f-ck a brick, get exposed
in the hood strapped up, bunch of poles
jakes sn-tch me up and you know i can’t fold
six hunnid, free my n-gg- d. rose
all these hoes kinda’ getting too old
i ain’t playing no lovers games with them lover gangs, n-gg-s 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-gg-s be crazy!
these n-gg-s don’t tote!
these n-gg-s think it’s a joke, let me see a opp, i’mma blow!
see a lotta’ n-gg-s 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-gg- 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-tch
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-tch i been that n-gg-
i was blowing the torch
you-you know how i rock, n-gg-
they-they know how i rock, n-gg-
cdai got 22 shots, n-gg-
add 8 more, that’s a mop, n-gg-
n-gg-s do all that talk
my n-gg-s come from that code
rock a opp, they could take that loss
six hunnid, b-tch rondo the boss!

[outro: rondonumbanine]

let’s get it!
let’s get it!
bang!
a lotta’ shooters
free d. rose, he f-ck ’em up!

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