Play 4 Keeps - OG King & Burner Gwap

Every time that I leave my home You know that pistol stay with me Cuz these snake niggas tryna see me gone Plus I'm knowing that we play for keeps And every time my bitch hit my phone She saying that she pray for me Cuz she these snake niggas wanna see me gone And she know it ain't safe in these streets Every time that I leave my home You know that pistol stay with me Cuz these snake niggas wanna see me gone Plus I'm knowing that we play for keeps And every time my bitch hit my phone She saying that she pray for me Cuz she these snake niggas wanna see me gone And she know it ain't safe in these streets Another day another dolla' my nigga Another lick double the profit my nigga These bitches claiming that they solid my nigga The pressure on is she gone ride for a nigga I can't trust none of these niggas I can't trust none of these bitches Cuz I feel like they out to get me So that pistol it stay on me And that clip it hold thirty Yeah you know that bitch is never empty I tell my brothers that I love them niggas Cuz they solid they won't bend fold or buckle nigga And these niggas hating on us Cuz they ain't fucking with us Pillow talking to a bitch and still ain't fucking hit it Damn you a fuck nigga You know wassup nigga I don't fuck witcha So get the fuck nigga 'Fore this choppa bust nigga Or when it bust nigga You better duck nigga Cuz this bitch gon' kick like punts nigga The streets ain't the place to be So my girl at home Alone Say she going wait for me Cause if I don't make it home if I don't make it home she don't feel it's safe to sleep But some niggas wanna snitch wanna talk I gotta get violent Potato on the pistol gotta get em silent Show at the funeral everybody crying I'm smiling In the face that this nigga left his child in I'm wilding Crazy I belong in the asylum Wilding two choppas when I'm wilding Never known to slip but a nigga always sliding Yeah I know these niggas play for keeps But the grave ain't the place for me Like forty bitch the drake with me Niggas pussy don't mistake for me Cash nigga you can't take from me Because every time I leave my home You know that pistol stay on me Cause I know these niggas tryna get me gone But they know they play for keeps Every time my girl hit my phone Tell that girl pray for me Cause she know some niggas wanna get me gone And it ain't safe in the streets

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

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 scared shook to death From a cold stare stuntin 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 vertabrae, lookin for a better way To get my point across, thoughts accelerate At the same speed, of the muder 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 One: all Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV 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 ciggarette 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 niggaz on the battlefield On the low plottin silent murderer, never doubt still Never follow beef hey beef follow me Wanna settle in the court I say settle 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 niggaz, you wastin your time Fuckin with my niggaz, extrordinary 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 niggaz 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. One Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready For a war here, fuck peace, what? One Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready For a war here, fuck peace, peace