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Tytuł: Stop Playing Wit Me

  • Wykonawca: Master P
  • Wy¶wietleń: 176
HOOODY HOOOOO! Knuckle up nigga
  When we catch y'all..
  WE GON' BUST Y'ALL AND Y'ALL DICKS UP
  ALL BITCH ASS NIGGAZ
  
  Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me [repeat 6X]
  
  [Master P over repeated line from 3X on]
  Tear da club up nigga! [2X]
  Whassup NOW?? HUH!
  Tear da club up nigga! [2X]
  
  Now y'all didn't know that I was a 3rd Ward psycho
  I grew up kinda crazy drink a fifth my uncle bought
  Ask Michael and at ten, I was a motherfuckin fool
  And at the age of eleven, I was already - packin that tool
  Now y'all couldn't feel me, cause I was a killer, at twelve
  And at thirteen, I ain't give a fuck, if I died and went to hell
  See I'm vicious, fuck it, nightlight's on
  And at fourteen, I hit a nigga, with that chrome
  Now y'all want mercy, but y'all bitches, can't hurt me
  Cause I used to sell dope, with my daddy, big Percy
  And at sixteen I was headed straight to juve'
  for a hot fuckin car, some dope, and a uzi
  And then at eighteen nigga I'm back on the streets
  Hooked up with my cousin Jimmy now I'm back on my feet
  I'm back to slangin rocks, rollin coke and pushin powder
  Thangs is goin good, bought moms a Caddy me an old school Impala
  Came nuttin fade me now I'm chillin
  with my lady, she bought to have a baby
  That's when shit got shady, I mean it got crazy
  Niggaz rolled through and bust (HA?) we hit the dust
  They killed the old man but the bitches missed us
  
  Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me [repeat 4X]
  
  Pick up the paper, couple of niggaz, deceased
  (Man did you kill em P?)
  Who the fuck are you -- the Feds or the police?
  I changed my fuckin life and moved to Cali
  No mo' standin on the corner, no mo' slangin, in no alleys
  When you try to do right, that's when shit, goes wrong
  I got a phone call sayin you gotta come home
  My little brother dead, and I'm back, on the streets
  And I'm cryin to myself, cause it shoulda, been me
  Now I gotta ride with the homies once again
  And I don't give a fuck, if I go, to the pen (ya heard me??)
  
  Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me [repeat 4X]
  
  Now in the rap game, well it just like the dope game
  Cause niggaz jack and kill for lyrics and beats
  like it's crack, or cocaine
  But thugs die screamin East and West
  That's why me and these soldiers pack pistols
  and wear bulletproof vests
  And to you rookies talkin shit, and fuckin wit No Limit
  Now y'all niggaz can start, but we gon' ride and finish it
  
  Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me [repeat 4X]
  
  Y'all better stop playin with these motherfuckin veterans rookies!
  (Tear the club up nigga! [2X]
  With some motherfuckin hands on flats
  (Tear the club up nigga!)
  Stop playin wit me
  (Tear the club up nigga!)
  Stop playin wit me
  (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?)
  Stop playin wit me
  (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?)
  Y'all better stop playin wit me
  (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?)
  (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?)
  (Get em up nigga.. get em up nigga..)
  (Get em up nigga.. get em up nigga..)
  (Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it)
  (Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it)
  (Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it..)
  (Don't make us enemy nigga)