Nine - We Play 4 Keeps Lyrics
Now the streets I runIs the streets Im fromAnd the streets you runIs the streets you fromAnd this is for the boroughVerse 1:I roam in the jungle and rumble with thugs and hoods that rob for goodsWeed smokers and murderers and relationsMy daily operation caucasions hit me wit persuasionsBe all you can be, ***** thatBe on the block, sell rocks, stay strappedReady to ***** back and blast for my respectNever neglect and watch out for my techI got trouble, mad troubleI drink too much, thats when I dont give a ***** who I buckI get sideways and take it to the highwaysKillin liars twistin niggers like pliarsDay to day strugglein juggleinWonderin where the next meal comin fromNever happen, nay meanIm playin for keeps that means Im keepin my creamWe play for keepsMe and my peeps we run these streetsWe play for keepsDont sleep when we creepLose your head piece chiefBring beef lose teethWe play for keeps x2Verse 2:Brand new apparrel on my ass on the regularSkypager new ride equipped wit a cellularBig ass piece of the pie till I diePlay for keeps no lie, wonderin whyNiggas aint got no opportunityNiggas aint got no *****in unityEvery man for himself and kill a man wit the ballDrink a little hennesy and go a-wall***** the bullshit, glock shots spit where I rest atGot me asking niggers where you buy that vest atLeave my front door like Im ready for warIm ready to die sometimes, I cant take it no moreMy mantality is twistedIm forever blunted forever wishin to get lifted and spliftedI love these streetsThats why a nigga like nine play for keepsWe play for keepsMe and my peeps we run these streetsWe play for keepsDont sleep when we creepLose your head piece chiefBring beef lose teethWe play for keeps x2Verse 3:Dark mass forever until the day Im goneIm gonna put in on my peopleSave it for the sequel, the root of all evilIs fillin up my pocket makin me lethalOnly the good die young so Im bad as *****Pass the buck and be shit out of luckNiggas know the routine, we got it down patYou aint getting jack if your pocket aint fatSo phat out the realness, you could feel thisGoin insane me cant deal wit dissIm under pressureThe ghetto got my mind in a dazeDuckin strays, knowin that crime paysAlways and forever picture perfectNot the mona lisa, cuttin up niggas like pizzaIn slices devices of war make me hardcoreOver rough beats I play for keepsWe play for keepsMe and my peeps we run these streetsWe play for keepsDont sleep when we creepLose your head piece chiefBring beef lose teethWe play for keeps x2
