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letra de playin' for keeps (dirty) - brainsick enterprize

[intro: jack the ripper, blackstarr]
yeah, yeah, one, two
yo, i guess these n-ggas is slippin’ again, son (uh), yo, they can’t understand
yo, you think you can hang? yeah, yeah
yo, yo, i’ll let these n-ggas know
a-yo, son, let these n-ggas know, son

[verse 1: jack the ripper, blackstarr]
i crush you with the lyrical profile, that means you can’t hang
n-ggas be comin’ around like they true to this game
brothers in the street, they all feel the same
tossin’ these fake rappers to the side, say what?
jack the ripper, baby, it gets no better than this
i freestyle on the stage, i make you proud of me
’cause you can never get enough of that brainsick sh-t
when jack and black applyin’, yeah, we sure to strike it rich (uh, hah)
one, two, yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s why i play for keeps

[verse 2: blackstarr]
who the highest foldin’ a test? i’s bet you get wet
it’s the sick comin’ through, so, yo, pay your respects
’cause when you roll my dice, you better act like you know
straight up and down, i want upfront dough
ain’t no sores in my game, black the starr, you know the name
we flip it dope, rise a beast like we hustlin’ ‘caine
i play your ass out and call you my number one fiend
this is what i mean, tryna sell coke dreams
check it out, baby, sickmob, n-gga, what? that’s why i play for keeps
[interlude]
yo, son, i told you, you gotta get the n-gga, dude
yeah, we gonna get ’em, son, ain’t no doubt
son, watch my back when i go up—
a-yo, who that?
oh, sh-t

[verse 3: blackstarr]
a-yo, i’m playin’ for keeps ’cause i’m always in your stash
check a n-gga black takin’ his foot out your ass
styles are tragic, up in your ass, a cr-plethic
i’m thirsty like these hoes on the street, i got to have it
wakin’ up every day, thankin’ god that i’m alive
with my hand on my nine, plus my eyes on the prize
keepin’ it steppin’, six soldiers ready to roll
representin’ my n-ggas with the status that’s gold, uh
yo, what you got, baby? it’s ’cause i’m playin’ for keeps

[verse 4: jack the ripper]
it ain’t nothin’ black, i guess these n-ggas don’t want us to blow, yo
i’m in it to win it, so you can’t get with it
playin’ for keeps, that’s what i learned on the street
educated myself to the dope technique
god blessed my soul and yo, ray rest in piece
i represent for my brothers all from the east
rockin’ non-stop until you b-tch n-ggas drop
when it come to this sh-t, yo, you know we can’t stop (can’t stop)
that’s why i’m playin’ for keeps
[outro: jack the ripper, blackstarr]
yo, yo
we best shoutout to all my east new york n-ggas, you know what i’m sayin’?
jack the ripper is up in here, my brother [?]
to my brother lil’ dap, the group home, nutcracker, yeah
my man blackstarr got somethin’ to say
hah, yeah, you dare recognize, n-gga, that’s why i play for keeps
for all y’all cheap-ass sucker n-ggas out there, uh
yeah, one, two
and we— and we— and we— and we goin’ baby and we won’t stop, uh, yeah
that’s why i’m playin’ for keeps
for the lost souls, for the brothers that ain’t make it this year
to my brother that’s locked up

- brainsick enterprize

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