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Master P - Stop Playing Wit Me lyrics
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 |
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