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play for keeps - fl dusa lyrics

they ain’t livin how i’m livin and you know that that’s a fact
ctc: cut the check; grab em gats, f*ck a rat

[verse]
i’m screaming f*ck the other side ’til they k!ll me
i’m sick of n*ggas talkin’ sh*t like they built like me
they know that murder running through my veins real deep
they know we out our minds, zip him up put him to sleep

hol’ up ain’t no dissin* they catch him and leave that p*ssy flat
homicides, choppers in the back we slidin’ on (?)
i put that b*tch up on the tv screen for dissin’ me
they come up missing when there’s beef, this ain’t no mystery

pin him up, put him on a t
bangin’ who left him in the streets
choppers slangin’ til he deceased*
this for my n*ggas on that boulevard who crawl and creep
when i was in jail ain’t no n*gga ever f*ck with me

they know lil dusa play for keeps, i got ’em scared
ask (?) from outta (?), i paint ’em red
walk em down and bust his head
leave em stiffer than a mannequin, full of lead

do my murder dance with that uzi in my hand
i had n*ggas terrified ask (?)
n*ggas couldn’t hang on their block when sh*t got gangsta
they know i’m like to long range in broad day i’m tryna stank ya
like what the h*ll? i made em tattletale
[hook]
i got em hiding cuz them b*tches don’t wanna see me
they know we planned this sh*t we puttin em on the tv
lil drop your nuts and stop that p*ssy ass dissin’ me
we been purgin n*gga sh*t til we merc’ing

i got em hiding cuz them b*tches don’t wanna see me
they know we planned this sh*t we puttin em on the tv
lil drop your nuts and stop that p*ssy ass dissin’ me
we been purgin n*gga sh*t til we merc’ing

[verse]
dissin us all will get em put in the ground
we walk down, head shottin n*ggas
he tried to run we ran him down, we red dottin n*ggas
i’m like a ghost til i’m under your porch with it n*gga

you know we step on sh*t just like a roach
what block you from? p*ssy b*tch i’m really from that fo
me and (?), we get em with the hammers by the store
screaming f*ck (?), somebody gotta go

rip quicc, i’m still slingin my stick
this that mind of a menace ho
if you my dog* you my dog til the day i go
behind you is homicide, they all gotta go
behind you is homicide, they all gotta go & that’s fo sho
[hook]
i got em hiding cuz them b*tches don’t wanna see me
they know we planned this sh*t we puttin em on the tv
lil drop your nuts and stop that p*ssy ass dissin’ me
we been purgin n*gga sh*t til we merc’ing

- fl dusa lyrics

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