Another Play

Lyrics

[Intro: 2Eleven] Shit, nigga, everything I rap about Nigga, be some real life shit, nigga I can't just make this shit up like this You feel me, though? Don Alfonso [Chorus: Quincy White] The city we been weeping through it (Skrr) The money we been getting to it (Racks) This shit ain't really [?] to do it Run it up, then we runnin' through it I just made another play I just made another play Niggas talking about they bag Yeah, I'm on the way scoring off this hustle Hit that [?] for another play (Deuce) [Verse 1: 2Eleven] Ever since them bags came, bitches want my last name Niggas got the mad face, 'cause they still in last place Nigga I be bracking on a bad day, scored on my last play If you ain't got no monеy, bitch you need to go that way Rent a car, trafficking trap king They try to bury me, thеy know I'm a [?] My niggas havin' paper shoot a thousand on a [?] Now Deuce Eleven from the neighbors, fuck a rap name My nigga I ain't come to flex, I'm here to motivate Introduced her to my niggas, she a throwaway If that bag right [?] Shoot that deposit in a [?], bitch I'm on the way Yeah, I be quarterback in place like I'm Tom Brady Even when it's forfeit, naw baby I wanna find out what these jealous niggas mad at In the streets y'all whole life ain't got a [?] [Chorus: Quincy White & Freddie Gibbs] The city we been weeping through it (Skrr) The money we been getting to it (Racks) This shit ain't really [?] to do it (Nah) Run it up, then we runnin' through it (Woo) I just made another play (Yeah) I just made another play (Yeah, yeah) Niggas talking about they bag Yeah, I'm on the way scoring Hit that [?] for another play [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] The city we be [?] through it My nigga Ever since the gas came, niggas wanna blast Cane 'Cause I don't suck no ass or suck no dick I push a button on a dash [?] 'Cause Babyface Gangsta from the same fuck a rap name Nigga, fuck a rap beef, we don't do the social [?] I came about the jail My cocaina credit score eight one, I treat my smokers right It's Freddie Gandolfini, niggas can't fade me on and off the mic And I be with them Vice Lords, Blood niggas, red raggin', toe taggin' Flags tied up to the front grill of the G Wagon Everytime I spit, it's another chip off the whole brick Tommy The Clown niggas was crump dancin' in 06 [Chorus: Quincy White] The city we been weeping through it (Skrr) The money we been getting to it (Racks) This shit ain't really [?] to do it Run it up, then we runnin' through it (Woo) I just made another play (Woo) I just made another play (Woo) Niggas talking about they bag Yeah, I'm on the way scoring [?] Hit that [?] for another play