http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=4&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0CDMQuAIwAw&url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MuTawbnARU&ei=chtNVMiEEMKMyATE_4CICA&usg=AFQjCNFC8A0ApsvQ01XfZ2R_b7g2_RDphg&sig2=5Xd8Ek-wmmZ-59afHqWiIg&bvm=bv.77880786,d.aWw [Verse 1: L'A 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 shell 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 [Verse 2: Rondonumbanine] 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 Description by Flight_Music. more Track 3 on Seperate Myself This is the first mixtape by L'A Capone Produced By ChasenDough