WITH THE SHITS - LA Capone

We play for keeps

The whole hood know me

No new niggas, they ain’t on the block

Making guap trying to feed the team

Got a motherfucking dot no circle

Big 30 hanging out, no curfew

One call, yeah Booka gone murk you

Sneak diss, man that’s gone hurt you

Oh yeah, we taking shit

Steady running from the Jakes and shit

When we reach the top

We could 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 gone get you

These niggas so phony though

They’ll act like your homie, though

'Til they see some bands, but it ain’t your 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, ho

Now roll that dope shit

On the block we smoking shit

And niggas die cause the cops

Come quicker than the motherfucking 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 to slow down

I see an opp then he get blowed down

Take him down then smoke his whole pound

Ah, they deep, huh?

Empty the round

Get caught but I won’t make a sound

But it’s dead cause I’m shooting out of town

We sell green and white but no brown

I’m finna bust a sale right now

These niggas ain’t really in the field

Little Folks going in for the kill

Late night trying to 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 50 cent cake

A bitch can’t tell me she late

The condoms I use don’t break

We at the starting point of this race

We gone win, nigga I can’t wait

Rondo’ll gamble with your 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

600, free my nigga, D-Rose

All these hoes kind of getting too old

I ain’t playing no lover games with them lover gangs

Niggas get smoked

Yeah, it’s a lot of shooters on my squad

Yeah, it’s a lot of shooters on my squad

And if he holding on that work he get 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 an opp, I’m a blow

See a lot of niggas say I changed

Cause Rondo done made a little change

I still claim the set I claimed

And I ain’t going, try to take my chain

D-Block, free my nigga M-Thang

Steve Drive, that’s my campaign

And I would never snitch, that just don’t exist

Cuz, that’s blood on my name

Yeah, I’m a shooter bitch

Tay 600 up them rugers quick

Deadbeat pops, got raised by the block

I was trying to make it flip

He was probably with his moms

He was probably on the porch

Since a youngin, bitch I been that nigga

I was blowing the torch

You know how I rock, nigga

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 don’t come from that cloth

Rock a opp, they could take that loss

600, bitch, Rondo the boss