THE B.T.J.'S

THE B.T.J.'S - Playin' 4 Keeps lyrics

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[Lil Knock]

Aiyo pa, ain't none of y'all bustin ya cronz

I knew that time niggas was fish, from what I'm seein so far

You know the rules, so the nigga got bruised, son took his jewels

I spit in his face, for fakin them moves

Feels like if I should take his face, end up between the gates

His peeps just evacuate, none of these faggot niggas hold weight

It was all because burners went off back and forth

Shit ain't horrible, shit is terrible like up north

I seen one sissy get dropped for no reason

I had this shit lock since last season

I be damned if I start bleedin

Let off the street sweep, we don't gotta go in deep

I'ma go in there, tear that shit up before the smoke clear

[Chorus x2]

Niggas best to know our steez, my jewel be's like jewelry

Ice wit rubies, I can take it from you, you can't take it from me

We stay deep, playin for keeps, cuz we all gotta eat, yo

[D. Real]

So all my muthafuckin niggas raise ya stem in the air

And go click click, as if you just don't care

You got beef son, on the double I'll be there

Well prepared wit adeem, slugs to share

I roll wit the brokest niggas, but won't hesitate to toke they triggas

On ya four, you figgas is straight to stick ya

You can get mad, and you can get back, but if you do

Make sure ya strapped, cuz it ain't where you from

It's where you at, bet that, on ya life, check ya sites

In the 718 area code thugs stay hype, maybe rule nights

At times it ain't right, nigga but is it

When it come to the come down, nigga is you gon' deal wit it

Or get done away, or run away, or handle your B.I.

Like a man, and not a bitch and do it the real way

The steel way, and pull it, make your advisory eat the bullet

If it ain't D, my steel rep me to the fullest

And I roll wit the rudest, niggas don't want to test me

Cuz they know my piece, I shoot it

Since the days of turret, in the baronet like fluid

Penetrated through my music whenever I blow soul

Everybody, move ya body, or get hit wit the sawed-off shotty

I guarantee you won't make it out the lobby

Beatin ass and gettin tow up's a hobby

You can't see me, so nigga why try me

When I roll wit the emits legion of niggas beside me

D.K.S. straight backin down, what what, straight back you down

[El Sha]

Yo, I'm nasty like tea wit no sugar, ya niggas get pluck like boogers

I come last like December, the last month, I'm on my last blunt

Everything you want you can't get, until you fuck wit me and my click

The shit I kick, mix wit my niggas lyrics

Talkin about backin, now what's happenin, clappin at them

The way them niggas blow, they need to go double platinum

But nobody like the bad guys, or bad guides or the bad times

Ya niggas need to recognize, I advise you to act normal

I go around like a marble, or the planet, it's horrible

And ya niggas can't stand it, until you left stranded

And then vanish, understand it, capsize

I release hoes that can't be sold

Your goal like gold, that's been stoled, I was told

When your goal farther hold, never hesitate to blow

Let them niggas know it's no joke, when your gun smoke

It won't be funny, when you left a hole in they tummy

Wrapped up like a mummy, my whole fam is out for the money

Take a nigga from a society, take his soul from his body

And if it ain't fear, I want your stupid ass to come here

To even come near, you feel like you stuck in a square

Or muthafuckin box, with me, D. Real and Lil Knock

And Mean Gene, call him Gino, corner dice games,

the hemmer's like casino

[Chorus x2]

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