Nine - We Play 4 Keeps

Now the streets I run Is the streets Im 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, thats when I dont 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 Im playin for keeps that means Im keepin my cream We play for keeps Me and my peeps we run these streets We play for keeps Dont 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 Im ready for war Im ready to die sometimes, I cant take it no more My mantality is twisted Im forever blunted forever wishin to get lifted and splifted I love these streets Thats why a nigga like nine play for keeps We play for keeps Me and my peeps we run these streets We play for keeps Dont 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 Im gone Im 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 Im bad as fuck Pass the buck and be shit out of luck Niggas know the routine, we got it down pat You aint getting jack if your pocket aint fat So phat out the realness, you could feel this Goin insane me cant deal wit diss Im 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 Dont sleep when we creep Lose your head piece chief Bring beef lose teeth We play for keeps x2