Nine

Nine - We Play 4 Keeps songtekst

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Now the streets I run

Is the streets I'm from

And the streets you run

Is the streets you from

And this is for the borough



Verse 1:

I roam in the jungle and rumble with thugs and hoods that rob for goods

Weed smokers and murderers and relations

My daily operation caucasions hit me wit persuasions

Be all you can be, fuck that

Be on the block, sell rocks, stay strapped

Ready to cock back and blast for my respect

Never neglect and watch out for my Tech

I got trouble, mad trouble

I drink too much, that's when I don't give a fuck who I buck

I get sideways and take it to the highways

Killin' liars twistin' niggers like pliars

Day to day strugglein' jugglein'

Wonderin' where the next meal comin from

Never happen, nay mean

I'm playin' for keeps that means I'm keepin' my cream



We play for keeps

Me and my peeps we run these streets

We play for keeps

Don't sleep when we creep

Lose your head piece chief

Bring beef lose teeth

We play for keeps      x2



Verse 2:

Brand new apparrel on my ass on the regular

Skypager new ride equipped wit a cellular

Big ass piece of the pie till I die

Play for keeps no lie, wonderin' why

Niggas aint got no opportunity

Niggas aint got no fuckin unity

Every man for himself and kill a man wit the ball

Drink a little Hennesy and go A-wall

Fuck the bullshit, glock shots spit where I rest at

Got me asking niggers where you buy that vest at

Leave my front door like I'm ready for war

I'm ready to die sometimes, I can't take it no more

My mantality is twisted

I'm forever blunted forever wishin' to get lifted and splifted

I love these streets

That's why a nigga like Nine play for keeps



We play for keeps

Me and my peeps we run these streets

We play for keeps

Don't sleep when we creep

Lose your head piece chief

Bring beef lose teeth

We play for keeps      x2



Verse 3:

Dark mass forever until the day I'm gone

I'm gonna put in on my people

Save it for the sequel, the root of all evil

Is fillin' up my pocket makin' me lethal

Only the good die young so I'm bad as fuck

Pass the buck and be shit out of luck

Niggas know the routine, we got it down pat

You ain't getting jack if your pocket ain't fat

So phat out the realness, you could feel this

Goin' insane me can't deal wit diss

I'm under pressure

The ghetto got my mind in a daze

Duckin' strays, knowin' that crime pays

Always and forever picture perfect

Not the Mona Lisa, cuttin' up niggas like pizza

In slices devices of war make me hardcore

Over rough beats I play for keeps



We play for keeps

Me and my peeps we run these streets

We play for keeps

Don't sleep when we creep

Lose your head piece chief

Bring beef lose teeth

We play for keeps     x2
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