| We play for keeps
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| The whole hood know me
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| No new niggas, they ain’t on the block
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| Making guap trying to feed the team
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| Got a motherfucking dot no circle
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| Big 30 hanging out, no curfew
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| One call, yeah Booka gone murk you
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| Sneak diss, man that’s gone hurt you
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| Oh yeah, we taking shit
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| Steady running from the Jakes and shit
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| When we reach the top
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| We could stop doing this basic shit
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| Cause I’ll ride or die for my niggas
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| I’ll get crucified for my niggas
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| You’ll never see a one on one, fuck boy
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| The whole squad gone get you
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| These niggas so phony though
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| They’ll act like your homie, though
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| 'Til they see some bands, but it ain’t your mans
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| He just bail like Romeo
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| And I’m still by the corner store
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| Fuck all this rapping, bro
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| Might think it’s a concert
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| And get beyond hurt cause we clapping, ho
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| Now roll that dope shit
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| On the block we smoking shit
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| And niggas die cause the cops
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| Come quicker than the motherfucking doctor, shit
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| It’s one thing I never did
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| And that’s love a bitch
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| Cause I’m drilling shit
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| I only love my clique
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| My OG told me to slow down
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| I see an opp then he get blowed down
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| Take him down then smoke his whole pound
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| Ah, they deep, huh? |
| Empty the round
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| Get caught but I won’t make a sound
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| But it’s dead cause I’m shooting out of town
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| We sell green and white but no brown
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| I’m finna bust a sale right now
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| These niggas ain’t really in the field
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| Little Folks going in for the kill
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| Late night trying to creep with the steel
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| Shondale, how that hot shit feel?
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| And I love when I’m off that pill
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| Can’t change boy I’m too real
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| They say real niggas don’t say they real
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| Well fuck nigga I’m real
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| And if he can’t break bread he fake
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| I had one more buck on my plate
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| It was me and bro, we was in the store
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| And both of us got 50 cent cake
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| A bitch can’t tell me she late
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| The condoms I use don’t break
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| We at the starting point of this race
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| We gone win, nigga I can’t wait
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| Rondo’ll gamble with your soul
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| GDK fuck a Brick, get exposed
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| In the hood, strapped up, bunch of poles
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| Jakes snatch me up and you know I can’t fold
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| 600, free my nigga, D-Rose
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| All these hoes kind of getting too old
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| I ain’t playing no lover games with them lover gangs
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| Niggas get smoked
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| Yeah, it’s a lot of shooters on my squad
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| Yeah, it’s a lot of shooters on my squad
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| And if he holding on that work he get robbed
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| TEC on my neck, I don’t need no bodyguard
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| These niggas be crazy
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| These niggas don’t tote
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| These niggas think it’s a joke
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| Let me see an opp, I’m a blow
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| See a lot of niggas say I changed
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| Cause Rondo done made a little change
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| I still claim the set I claimed
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| And I ain’t going, try to take my chain
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| D-Block, free my nigga M-Thang
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| Steve Drive, that’s my campaign
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| And I would never snitch, that just don’t exist
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| Cuz, that’s blood on my name
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| Yeah, I’m a shooter bitch
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| Tay 600 up them rugers quick
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| Deadbeat pops, got raised by the block
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| I was trying to make it flip
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| He was probably with his moms
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| He was probably on the porch
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| Since a youngin, bitch I been that nigga
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| I was blowing the torch
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| You know how I rock, nigga
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| They know how I rock, nigga
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| Cdai got 22 shots, nigga
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| Add 8 more, that’s a mop, nigga
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| Niggas do all that talk
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| My niggas don’t come from that cloth
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| Rock a opp, they could take that loss
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| 600, bitch, Rondo the boss |