Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song He Tried to Play Me, artist - Cam'Ron. Album song Killa Season, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.05.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Killa Entertainment
Song language: English
He Tried to Play Me |
HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE |
SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY |
BUT THINGS JUST WASN’T THE SAME |
SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM |
THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT |
AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS |
Y’ALL WITH THE VIOLENCEEEE |
WE MOVE IN SILENCEEE |
SILENCE PLUS SILENCE THE GUNSSSSS |
I WAS THE WIIILDEST… |
THAT WAS CHILDISH… |
NOW I STACK MY ONESSSSS |
SHINAY WAS IN LOVE WITH HER SCHOOL |
RICH WASN’T LIKING HIS SCHOOL |
SHINAY CAUGHT TWO IN THE RIBSSSSS |
HE WAS A HUSTLER |
SHE’S A CUSTOMER |
NOW HE’S OFF DOING A BIIIID |
TEE GOT SHOT WITH A SHOTGUN ON HIS BLOCK |
I WISH IT WAS ALL PRETEEEEND |
NANA WOULD GET HIIIGH |
HARD ENOUGH GETTING BUYY |
WHEN IS IT ALL GONNA ENNNND |
ME I’M STILL HOLDING ON |
THE TEAM STILL ROLLIN STRONG |
THE AVE IS DOWN THE STREEEEET |
BUT IM A STREET TARGET |
CALL ME A MEAT MARKET |
I STAY AROUND SOME BEEEEEEEF |
THE BLOCKS STILL PUMPIN |
ISN’T IT SOMETHIIIIN? |
NEEDLES, KNIVES &NINEEEES |
THERE’S NO TOMORROOOOOW |
FOOD GETTING BORROWEEEEED |
WHAT KIND OF LIFE IS MINE? |
HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE |
SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY |
BUT THINGS JUST WASN’T THE SAME |
SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM |
THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT |
AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS |
They call me «Patty Cake Patty Cake The Bakers Man», I bubble bread (bread) |
Beef don’t stop, who’s this years knuckle head? |
(knuckle head) |
We done scrapped and scuffled until our knuckles bled (bled) |
Shot out in front of police, yell FUCK A FED! |
(fuck a fed) |
I patrol on d-lo, popo know my steelo |
Who seen Killa cop? |
Nigga’s rolling C-Lo |
Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain |
Fiends sniffin’white caine, needle, 40 and night train (that's Harlem) |
Just a hype lame, you’ll never like Dame (why?) |
Three years ago I would of robbed his dice game (true) |
Life’s changed my snipe game’s the right mayne (what's the difference?) |
Only difference is I’ll push you to that right lane (whip in traffic) |
Gotta laugh yall that’s just blue lightning (the Lambo) |
Or that white thing, you on the Internet pricing (pricing?) |
I don’t window shop, not me and Jim go cop |
Hop through the window ock, god damn them Bimbo’s hot (hot) |
Dukes of Hazard, they wanna do the Limbo Lock |
Never had a Pinto ock, first car a Benzo drop (Mercedes) |
«Bens &Bops», put between my hot wallet |
And my toaster, I really had a hot pocket |
And I’m saying this real clear |
y’all can’t chill here |
I know real thugs in wheelchairs |
Yeah yeah, and you can’t steal there |
Party pop more bottles than a nigga on 2 feet and some real gear |
It’s real here, real near, you feel fear, a meals real |
They don’t cry, if they do cry homeboys a steel tear |
Animals… Lions, Whales, Seals, Bears |
Y’all fruits… cherries, grapes, stale pears |
THAT’S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME |
AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME |
THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME CAUSE… I FLIP THAT KILLA MAN |
THAT’S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME |
AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME |
THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME AND… MY NAME IS KILLA CAM |
HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE |
SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY |
BUT THINGS JUST WASN’T THE SAME |
SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM |
THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT |
AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS |