Stop Playing Wit Me-Master p

歌手 : Master p

专辑 : Only God Can Judge Me

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:06

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TXT Stop Playing Wit Me-Master p 文本歌词

HOOODY HOOOOO! Knuckle up ni**a

When we catch y'all..

WE GON' BUST Y'ALL AND Y'ALL DICKS UP

ALL B**CH A** NIGGAZ

B**ches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 6X)

Tear da club up ni**a! (2X)

Whassup NOW?? HUH!

Tear da club up ni**a! (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 motherf**kin 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 f**k, if I died and went to hell

See I'm vicious, f**k it, nightlight's on

And at fourteen, I hit a ni**a, with that chrome

Now y'all want mercy, but y'all b**ches, can't hurt me

Cause I used to sell d**e, with my daddy, big Percy

And at sixteen I was headed straight to juve'

for a hot f**kin car, some d**e, and a uzi

And then at eighteen ni**a 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 sh*t got shady, I mean it got crazy

Niggaz rolled through and bust (HA?) we hit the dust

They killed the old man but the b**ches missed us

B**ches 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 f**k are you -- the Feds or the police?

I changed my f**kin 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 sh*t, 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 f**k, if I go, to the pen (ya heard me??)

B**ches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X)

Now in the rap game, well it just like the d**e game

Cause niggaz jack and kill for lyrics and beats

like it's crack, or coc*ine

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 sh*t, and f**kin wit No Limit

Now y'all niggaz can start, but we gon' ride and finish it

B**ches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X)

Y'all better stop playin with these motherf**kin veterans rookies!

(Tear the club up ni**a! -> 2X)

With some motherf**kin hands on flats

(Tear the club up ni**a!)

Stop playin wit me

(Tear the club up ni**a!)

Stop playin wit me

(Where the b**ches at? Where the niggaz at?)

Stop playin wit me

(Where the b**ches at? Where the niggaz at?)

Y'all better stop playin wit me

(Where the b**ches at? Where the niggaz at?)

(Get em up ni**a.. get em up ni**a..)

(Ni**a we a started this, and we a finish it)

(Ni**a we a started this, and we a finish it..)

(Don't make us enemy ni**a)