Low Profile - Playing for Keeps lyrics

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-IP, 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