| I’m the one-man army, Bun B
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| I’ve never been taken out
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| I keep emcees breaking out
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| I’m bringing real rap back and
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| Taking the faking out
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| I’m clearing all the bullshit out the way
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| To make a vacant route
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| OK, now let the real niggas roll through
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| It’s going for you new niggas and the old too
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| It was some bullshit then and it’s some bullshit now
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| So I’m just tryna keep the bullshit down
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| They say the rap game needs balance to keep it level
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| Just like the EQ with the bass, mid, and treble
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| And yeah that’s true but if you wanna point blame
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| Just be careful about the motherfucking way you aim
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| You blame radio, internet, and politics
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| But see, we all really know it’s just a pile of shit
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| You not playing cause your music ain’t hitting
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| The people don’t like you, stop hating, start quitting muthafucka
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| You saying you the man, that’s the kid in you
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| Because we knowing what you did and what you didn’t do
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| It’s not the shit you say, It’s the shit you not saying
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| You know better, show better, step it up and stop playing
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| Stop playing
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| Niggas be lying, talking about they bust a heater
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| Once I see him, they be more like Justin Bieber
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| Leave it, my rivals underground like SkyZoo’s how I do
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| I have em laying on the ground bleeding
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| Butt naked with a bullet in his motherfucking head like Erykah Badu
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| I find irony in being in the place where
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| I’m wearing Gucci mane, getting white boy wasted
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| I tell a nigga break bread or take lead
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| I’m trying to get rid of this weight, K-Fed
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| Me and Bun got the gangsta bond
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| We like that once-in-a-lifetime fame, to you that ain’t the prom
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| I’m not a fan of no man, I’m not Stan
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| Flow like Niagra, that’s why they go, God damn
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| I whip it up in the kitchen like pots and pans
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| I’m God-like, when I’m praying I should stand
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| No rapper can rap quite like I can
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| Now take your best-known rapper and make him a fan
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| I’m the man homeboy, been running the block
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| I make you say Go Reggie and do the wop, ha ha
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| And I’m Doc, the niggas are hating
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| My flow and your swag, it don’t relate
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| Cause I’m grrreat
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| Jewels like Frosted Flakes
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| Light-skinned, just one shade darker than Drake
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| I hold weight when the camera rolling
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| It’s like golf how I got the US Open
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| Nigga I’m nice, I see you scoping
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| Think twice before you move that close in
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| That’s my dosage, call me tomorrow
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| Look so fly when you call me a barber
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| Everything I write, call me the author
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| Baby I’m back, sorry I lost you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stop Playin' , by - Bun B. Song from the album Trill O.G. "The Epilogue", in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп