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letra de play for keeps - l'a capone

[intro: l’a capone]
l’a!

[verse 1: l’a capone]
we play for keeps
the whole hood know me
no new n-ggas, they ain’t on the block, making guap, tryna feed the team
got a muh’f-ckin’ dot, no circle
big .30 hanging out, no curfew
one call
yeah, booka gon’ murk you
sneak dissing, man, that’s gon’ hurt you
oh, yeah, we taking sh-t
steady runnin’ from the jakes and sh-t (f-ck the jakes!)
when we reach the top, we can stop doing this basic sh-t
’cause i’ll ride or die for my n-ggas
i’d get crucified for my n-ggas
you’ll never see a one on one, f-ck boy
the whole squad gon’ get you (squad)
these n-ggas so phony, though
they’ll act like ya homie, though
’til they see some bands, but it ain’t ya mans
he just bail like romeo (oh yeah)
and i’m still by the corner sto’ (squad)
f-ck all this rapping, bro
might think it’s a concert and get beyond hurt ’cause we clapping, hoe (boom, boom)
now roll that dope sh-t
on the block, we smoking sh-t
and n-ggas die ’cause the cops come quicker than a motherf-cking doctor, sh-t
it’s one thing i never did
and that’s love a b-tch
’cause i’m drillin’ sh-t
i only love my clique
my o.g. told me to slow down
i 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, but i won’t make a sound
but it’s dead ’cause i’m shooting outta town
we sell green and white, but no brown
i’m finna bust a sell right now
these n-ggas ain’t really in the field
lil folks going in for the k!ll
late night, tryna 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-ggas don’t say they real
well, f-ck n-gga, i’m real
and if he can’t break bread, he fake
i had one mo’ buck on my plate
it was me and bro, we was in the sto’
and both of us got fifty cent cakes
a b-tch can’t tell me she late
the condoms i use don’t break
we at the starting point of this race sh-t
we gon’ win, n-gga, i can’t wait!

[interlude: rondonumbanine]
taking off, let’s get it!
l’a, what up, bro? (steve drive)
a lot of shooters— (l’a capone in the cut!)
tay 600 up them rugers
let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it! (l’a capone f-ck ’em up!)

[verse 2: rondonumbanine]
rondo’ll gamble with ya soul (rondo)
gdk, f-ck a brick, get exposed (gdk)
in the hood strapped up, bunch of poles (strapped)
jakes sn-tch me up and you know i can’t fold
600, free my n-gga d. rose (600)
all these hoes kinda getting too old (let’s get it)
i ain’t playing no lover games with them lover gangs
n-ggas getting smoked (bow!)
yeah, it’s a lot of shooters on my squad
yeah, it’s a lot of shooters on my squad
and if he holding on that work, he getting robbed
tec on my neck, i don’t need a bodyguard
these n-ggas be crazy
these n-ggas don’t tote
these n-ggas think it’s a joke
let me see a opp, i’ma blow (grr-grr)
see a lot of n-ggas say i changed
’cause rondo done made a lil change
i still claim the set i claimed
and i ain’t going, try to take my chain
d block, free my n-gga 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 600 up them rugers quick
deadbeat pops got raised by the block
i was tryna make it flip
he was probably with his moms
he was probably on the porch
since a youngin’, b-tch, i been that n-gga
i was blowing a torch
you—you know how i rock, n-gga
they—they know how i rock, n-gga
cdai got twenty-two shots
add eight mo’, that’s a mop, n-gga
n-ggas do all that talk
my n-ggas don’t come from that cloth
whack a opp, they can take that lost
600, b-tch, rondo the boss

[outro: rondonumbanine]
let’s get it!
let’s get it!
bang
a lot of shooters (in the cut!)
free d. rose, he f-ck ’em up
let’s get it!
squad, 600, bang

- la capone

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