LOW PROFILE - Playing For Keeps lyrics

rate me

Sharper than a switchblade, a brother standing in the darkness

Staring at those who oppose and who try to spark this

Intelligent wise, but I'm far from a corny man

My temper's quick though I'm a cool individual

Some idiot tried to claim I was doing some dirt

Cause I wore cuortoroy's and a sweatshirt

But if you took time to listen to the album, G

You'd see the W was representing peace

Get a piece in the throat who acknowledge the fact

I'm here to uplift the stiff in the lip

And if you ain't saying jack, you're wack

I'll makr you down in my book

Another punk perpetrator title I toook, shook

Broken in half, so many suckers in my direction

I could start my own wack collection

I told you from the start of my program the way that I was stepping

But you kept snoozing and slept on

My brother from the ghetto who never had none

Some claim to be down but see they all about fronting

See when I was young nobody gave me a damn thing

Clips and 12 guage shells through my windowpain

But now I got a little record deal they want me to forget about it

My past, stay calm, and just chill

Bought a big chain and suit and stand on the corner

So you and your friends can label me another sucker mother-

Boy what's up? This ain't Disney Land

I'm walking death row snatching all that I can

I told you before you should have never fell asleep

On a brother like the W, cause I'm playing for keeps

You know I'm wondering, how many bodies will be left

Before the song is over that I'm putting in step

5 or 10, better yet, aw hell, it doesn't matter

Cause I'm used to the sound of sucker getting splattered

For sweeping and sleeping on the capital W

Ain't nothing but a memory

It's taking over in 1990

Ain't heard of you or him, get serious

I bring more peace and soul than Don Cornelious

Yo I ain't down with fronting my grip off

I'd rather crease my cords and tell a sucker to step off

And bail like a true B-boy dropping rhythimatic styles

Aww shhh, I'm from the Low Profile

The home base mixed with the lyracist, remember this

You need to be smacked if you even think about dissing this

Dope diagram that I put together

They ask "Dub when will you turn commercial?" Never!

Man-mad loop that's hitting harder than concrete

Now look at your girl, she's on my T-I-P, yo

I'm down with the label that's able to put my crew on the map

Priority is watching my back

So you'd better duck low before I start to speak

And clear a path for the pro, y'all, cause I'm playing for keeps

Yo I'm playing for keeps and snatching titles from wannabes

Getting you real weak a sample of dope beat

I live the lifestyle of a path that you never walk

Talk too much, G, become a victim of the nightstalk

Yes this man is dope to those who be holding

Attempt to cause static within the Low Pro

The family is tighter than tight, you gets nothing

The tenuous torture stepping to the production

I remain in the shadow kicking unorthodox styles

Knock the posses and crews from the top of the piles

Just kicking and sticking, ripping and flipping

And give the licks to punks who think their posse be hitting

Word, I ain't for public appearances and making a name

For fame and turn around and preaching the game

Survival is vital, no matter how you choose it

I tend to express my thoughts to funky music

I get praise every day, it's a wonder

If I wasn't making records I'd be 6 feet under

So when you step prepare to rest in peace

It's on to the fullest y'all, cause I'm playing for keeps