Don't Play Won't Play feat. Mr. 3-2,Beezo

歌詞

(*talking*) Y2K-1, the game has just begun Go down, S.U.C. don't play won't play All day hogging, better get it Go get it, and come back with it (Mr. 3-2) 2001, living in big houses big Benzes Mr. 3-2, gon get paid to the ending Mind on winning, big faces spending The thug life of men is, mashing but no chicken Yellow bone women, or the sugar browns Sweet blacks, bring my stacks back from out of town You know how I get down, real down and dirty Mafia lifestyle, I don't think that you heard me We gangstas still moving birdies, till thangs get better Cheddar recognize cheddar, I'm a big head go-getter In any kind of weather, cause I'm a universal playa Able to blend in, in the ditch or anywhere Baby I'm a baller, you ain't recognize that I stay looking good, and my bank account fat So pull out the red plack, I'ma take my respect Cause I'm real to this game, a true O.G. vet (Hook) Won't play, don't play Never did, ever since a little bitty kid - 2x Mob with us, or get mobbed over You should of listened, to what your mama told ya Mob bosses, accepting no losses in the struggle Let your mouth overlook your ass, you in trouble (H.A.W.K.) Don't play, won't play never did Split your wig, smoke a cig Do you dig, what I'm saying I ain't playing I'll get the gat and start spraying, so start praying Gun in my lap, as I quietly creep I'm bout to roll down the window, and put the whole block to sleep I'm playing for keeps, I'm in this shit to win Like a gauge spinning slugs, straight through your abdomen A right cross through your chin, God forgive me for my sins But niggaz don't comprehend, that I don't have no friends Representing Dead End, till the casket close And real playas get chose, but fuck these nothing-ass hoes H-A-Dub-K, till I'm old and grey And if you get out of line, it's may-day may-day You better move out my way, when you cross me in these streets Or back-back back-back, and give me fifty feet (Hook) (BZE) Won't play don't play, never did my nigga Hogging since a kid, my nigga In your face with Street Game, B-Zo got official Gulf Coast Texas raised, rich nigga That's that nigga untamed, with my partna Jack Tripper That really don't play, run around with a gauge To get that AK, nigga top done raised Put on them Gucci shades, up on it displays We don't play never did, pop the lid it sooths the soul H-A-W-K, make 'em pay the toll Southside still hold, you niggaz and bitch no friends That's straight from my T. Lady, straight to my kid I won't play cocked and ready, from my partna Hard Boy For realer life Street Game, nigga that's my entourage Don't forget about my click nigga, they stay on the thoed I won't say your name nigga, you know how it go we don't play nigga (Hook)