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