Lyrics

[Verse 1: L'A Capone] We play for keeps The whole hood know me No niggas they ain't on the block, making gwop, trynna' feed the team Gotta' muh' fuckin' dot, no circle Big 30 hanging out, no curfew One call, yeah Booka gon' murk you Sneak diss, man that's gon' hurt you Oh yeah, we taking shit Steady running from the jakes and shit When we reach the top, we can stop doing this basic shit Cause I'll ride or die for my niggas I'll 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 'Till they see some bands, but it ain't ya' mans, he just bail like Romeo And I'm still by the corner store 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 come quicker than a muh' fuckin' doctor, shit! It's one thing I never did, and that's love a bitch Cause I'm drilling shit, I only love my clique My OG told me slow down 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 and I won't make a sound But it's dead cause I'm shooting out of town We sell green, 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, trynna' 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 more buck on my plate It was me and bro, we was in the store And both of us got fifty centy cakes A bitch can't tell me she's late The condoms I use don't break We at the starting point of this race shit We gonna' win, nigga I can't wait! [Transition: RondoNumbaNine] Taking off, let's get it! L'A, what up bro? L'A Capone in the cut 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 Six Hunnid, free my nigga D. Rose All these hoes kinda' getting too old I ain't playing no lovers games with them lover gangs, niggas getting smoked Yeah it's a lotta' shooters on my squad Yeah it's a lotta' shooters on my squad And if he holding on that work he getting robbed Tec on my neck, I don't need no bodyguard These niggas be crazy! These niggas don't tote! These niggas think it's a joke, let me see a opp, I'mma blow! See a lotta' niggas say I changed Cause Rondo done made a lil' change I still claim the set I claim And I ain't going trynna' 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 Six Hunnid up them Rugers quick Dead beat pops, got raised by the block I was trynna' make it flip He was probably wit' his moms He was probably on the porch Since a youngin', bitch I been that nigga I was blowing the torch You-you know how I rock, nigga They-they know how I rock, nigga Cdai got 22 shots, nigga Add 8 more, that's a mop, nigga Niggas do all that talk My niggas come from that code Rock a opp, they could take that loss Six Hunnid, bitch Rondo the boss! [Outro: RondoNumbaNine] Let's get it! Let's get it! Bang! A lotta' shooters Free D. Rose, he fuck 'em up!