[Verse 1: L'A Capone] We play for keeps The whole hood know me No new niggas, they ain't on the block, making guap, tryna feed the team Got a muh'fuckin' 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 shit Steady runnin' from the Jakes and shit (Fuck the Jakes!) When we reach the top, we can stop doing this basic shit 'Cause I'll ride or die for my niggas I'd get crucified for my niggas You'll never see a one on one, fuck boy The whole squad gon' get you These niggas 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 And I'm still by the corner sto' Fuck all this rapping, bro Might think it's a concert and get beyond hurt 'cause we clapping, hoe Now roll that dope shit On the block, we smoking shit And niggas die 'cause the cops quicker than a motherfucking doctor, shit It's one thing I never did And that's love a bitch 'Cause I'm drillin' shit 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 niggas ain't really in the field Lil Folks going in for the kill Late night, tryna 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 mo' buck on my plate It was me and bro, we was in the sto' And both of us got fifty cent cakes A bitch can't tell me she late The condoms I use don't break We at the starting point of this race shit We gon' win, nigga, 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 fuck 'em up!)
[Verse 2: RondoNumbaNine] Rondo'll gamble with ya 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 (600) All these hoes kinda getting too old I ain't playing no lover games with them lover gangs Niggas getting 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 getting robbed TEC on my neck, I don't need a bodyguard These niggas be crazy These niggas don't tote These niggas think it's a joke Let me see a opp, I'ma blow See a lot of niggas 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 nigga 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, bitch 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 younging, bitch, I been that nigga I was blowing a torch You—You know how I rock, nigga They—They know how I rock, nigga Cdai got 22 shots Add eight mo', that's a mop, nigga Niggas do all that talk My niggas don't come from that cloth Whack a opp, they can take that lost 600, bitch, 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 fuck 'em up Let's get it! Squad, 600, bangTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
