Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Play 4 Keeps, artist - Method Man.
Date of issue: 10.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Play 4 Keeps |
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Yeah, yeah |
One time, yo |
Never liked son from day one, bring you tool |
That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass |
Who care where you came from, you ain’t prepared |
For when the pain come, this nigga’s scared, shook to death |
From a cold stare, stunnin', knowin' my brothers fiend |
To do you somethin' over here, we head huntin' |
In the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin' |
I smash pumpkins, hard rock be in the cafe |
Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us |
The last days, makin' sure I get the last say |
In the food chain, is you predator or prey? |
If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back |
Crack your vertebrae, lookin' for a better way |
To get my point across, thoughts accelerate at the same speed |
Of the murder rate, Lord, never perpetrate a fraud |
'Til my nigga Carlton Fisk see the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth |
Life’s a snippet, one way ticket |
Time tickin' fast, blink you might miss it |
Semen on street shit, you might catch fifty stitches |
Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches |
I play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet |
My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete |
Evident, killa hill, resident, double dart agent |
Secret, intelligent, my rap style’s flagrant |
Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze |
Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for keeps |
In the city that you never sleep, pay attention |
Ain’t no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down |
I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland |
One hand holds the head of the last brave man |
Made man, Cuban link chain of command |
Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand |
My live team turn the club to a crime scene |
High beams flash, promoters die behind cream |
Get your face blown, might face the chrome |
We take this more serious than just a poem |
I think about a lot of shit, especially when I’m bent |
About the foul shit goin' on in my life, current event |
It’s evident I smoke cigarette down to Brownsville |
Thinkin' to myself, how many lives must my pound kill? |
Hopefully none, ain’t the one to give chase |
Hemmed by Jake, worryin' who might turn state’s |
So I chill, put my killa niggas on the battlefield |
On the low plottin' silent murderer, never doubt still |
Never follow beef, hey, beef follow me |
Wanna settle it in the court? |
I say settle it in the streets |
Like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it |
Now you dry snitchin', because you got knocked with it |
I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute |
Stash my dough secure the funds of profit |
Yo, extreme rhyme niggas, you wastin' your time |
Fuckin' with my niggas, extraordinary line swishin' |
Your mind out position, tryin' to figure this shit |
Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this |
Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song |
Doin' this for too long, to not come strong |
You’re only a pawn of viet dong |
Tryin' to form against mines, you musta just been born |
Secluded on a distant farm, this is the real world |
Where niggas get shot and shanked, where there’s tremendous pain |
You get your frame inflamed crushed to dust by the next man’s clutch |
It’s infamous you fucks, intense bad luck |
Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze |
Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for Keeps |
In the city that you never sleep, pay attention |
Ain’t no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down |
Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready |
For a war here, fuck peace, what? |
Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze |
Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for keeps |
In the city that you never sleep, pay attention |
Ain’t no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down |
Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready |
For a war here, fuck peace, peace |
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