Another Play lyrics

[Intro: 2Eleven]
sh*t, n*gga, everything I rap about
n*gga, be some real life sh*t, n*gga
I can't just make this sh*t up like this
You feel me, though?
Don Alfonso

[Chorus: Quincy White]
The city we been weeping through it (Skrr)
The money we been getting to it (Racks)
This sh*t ain't really [?] to do it
Run it up, then we runnin' through it
I just made another play
I just made another play
n*ggas talking about they bag
Yeah, I'm on the way scoring off this hustle
Hit that [?] for another play (Deuce)

[Verse 1: 2Eleven]
Ever since them bags came, b*tches want my last name
n*ggas got the mad face, 'cause they still in last place
n*gga I be bracking on a bad day, scored on my last play
If you ain't got no monеy, b*tch you need to go that way
Rent a car, trafficking trap king
They try to bury me, thеy know I'm a [?]
My n*ggas havin' paper shoot a thousand on a [?]
Now Deuce Eleven from the neighbors, f*ck a rap name
My n*gga I ain't come to flex, I'm here to motivate
Introduced her to my n*ggas, she a throwaway
If that bag right [?]
Shoot that deposit in a [?], b*tch I'm on the way
Yeah, I be quarterback in place like I'm Tom Brady
Even when it's forfeit, naw baby
I wanna find out what these jealous n*ggas mad at
In the streets y'all whole life ain't got a [?]
[Chorus: Quincy White & Freddie Gibbs]
The city we been weeping through it (Skrr)
The money we been getting to it (Racks)
This sh*t ain't really [?] to do it (Nah)
Run it up, then we runnin' through it (Woo)
I just made another play (Yeah)
I just made another play (Yeah, yeah)
n*ggas talking about they bag
Yeah, I'm on the way scoring
Hit that [?] for another play

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
The city we be [?] through it

My n*gga

Ever since the gas came, n*ggas wanna blast Cane
'Cause I don't suck no ass or suck no di*k
I push a button on a dash [?]
'Cause Babyface Gangsta from the same f*ck a rap name
n*gga, f*ck a rap beef, we don't do the social [?]
I came about the jail
My cocaina credit score eight one, I treat my smokers right
It's Freddie Gandolfini, n*ggas can’t fade me on and off the mic
And I be with them Vice Lords, Blood n*ggas, red raggin', toe taggin'
Flags tied up to the front grill of the G Wagon
Everytime I spit, it's another chip off the whole brick
Tommy The Clown n*ggas was crump dancin’ in 06
[Chorus: Quincy White]
The city we been weeping through it (Skrr)
The money we been getting to it (Racks)
This sh*t ain't really [?] to do it
Run it up, then we runnin' through it (Woo)
I just made another play (Woo)
I just made another play (Woo)
n*ggas talking about they bag
Yeah, I'm on the way scoring [?]
Hit that [?] for another play