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Дата випуску: 20.06.2005
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Fa Keeps |
Yeah |
I put in a lot of work my nigga |
I’ve seen and been through it all my nigga |
And I’m still standin |
A lot stronger and a lot wiser my nigga |
Playin this game right here for keeps my nigga |
So therefore, you know I never sleep my nigga |
I felt pain of all types, still the same it’s alright |
Course they wanna stereotype but it’s all hype |
Can’t let the game go sour it needs me |
Hungry like a black Oliver Twist, feed me |
If need be, snatch your mic up quick |
Blast you right up kid, sit back and light up shit |
I’m the crowd pleaser, street avenger in your loudspeaker |
Witness the flow, I’m a proud teacher |
The double helix, the chemicals react to me |
It’s like sex, the way I do it naturally |
Aiyyo I’m peepin your card increasin my odds |
Now my trigger’s cocked back, see me squeezin it hard |
In this jungle habitat I don’t move like an average cat |
I got a different kind of superstar status jack |
And me not handlin biz |
That’s like the industry without all these scandals and shit |
I play the game for keeps |
That’s why I never sleep, run silent run deep |
I play the game for keeps |
Yo man I gotta eat, still in the streets dumb heat |
East to West coast, real is real we rep most |
Respect toast, those close we check most |
And you can call me the jeweler |
Cause I’ma leave ya with somethin of real value to school ya |
And it don’t go around your wrist or neck, nigga~! |
Your real peeps’ll never disrespect |
And punks be goin out for self and cream |
No self-esteem, they don’t wanna share their wealth with the team |
And that’s when the plottin starts, huh |
Just like a few minutes after all the flossin starts |
I’m playin for keeps just like a man obsessed |
Been doin this since «words that I manifest» |
And I came to stay in this sport, I ain’t retirin |
I’m firin rapidly, to blaze your rapport |
You wish you could handle me I’ll shit on you randomly |
While you runnin snitch I’m wit’cha bitch on a canopy |
You don’t know shit about this rap shit you fake type critics |
You sheist bigots, I’m O.G., I bet my life with it |
You trife midget — that’s what you are next to me |
I’m treachery, knock you out and strong arm the referee |
My specialty’ll be to dead your zone |
Runnin your mouth like Wendy shoulda kept some chrome |
Picture me not reppin it right, huh |
That’s like a krillz head caught without a stem or a pipe |