| Nigga what’chu worryin 'bout whassup with me?
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| What fire is that, what house I’m rollin on?
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| Do I holla at Curt, what’s Unc doin?
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| What’s up with Suave? |
| Nigga you dem people
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| Snitches stop callin the cops — cause I ain’t playin
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| Better watch what you say on the block — cause I ain’t playin
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| I left the hood for a week, and my name start ringin
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| Like I’m hustlin sellin dope, you got beef then bring it
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| I heard fire did this, and P.D. |
| they trippin
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| That’s why I sleep with two gats you never catch me slippin
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| I smell pussy, and most of you niggas are rats
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| See I’m a dog motherfucker and I don’t fuck with you cats
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| Callin me on the phone, nigga lookin for cola
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| How could a nigga from the hood nigga turn into the roller
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| This shit’s so twisted, it got me trippin
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| Got the feds thinkin I’ve got birds in the kitchen
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| These niggas’ll throw salt in your name my nigga
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| Just to get a couple dollars and some fame my nigga
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| It ain’t no loyalty, your only family’ll set you up
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| For the right price my nigga they’ll wet you up
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| I watched niggas get ghost, when shit be over
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| How many niggas gon' visit C, if he go to Angola
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| Man this music shit political dawg, don’t fuck with it
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| I’d invest in somethin else if I wasn’t already in it
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| Man most of these niggas’ll just yap they mouth
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| Send subliminal messages 'til shit get out
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| Believe none of what you hear, and half of what you see
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| See the rap game is dirty like the C-P-3
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| Most niggas’ll fear death, these streets is real black
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| Our radio programmers think they holdin careers back
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| And Hollywood bitches be ready to wife a nigga
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| All you need is a hit record and some ice my nigga
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| And the media dickriders slow up like flat tires
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| Seen they lil' career blow up again when shit dies
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| They say we ignorant and we stereotype
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| Even seen Michael Jackson live the criminal life
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| See these haters’ll hate mayne, smile in your face mayne
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| Call them people on ya try to give you a case mayne
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| Heh, he he
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| If y’all don’t know us
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| Y’all better keep our name out y’all motherfuckin mouth
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| Cause it’s gon' get real ugly after this you feel me?
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| Y’all can’t beat us then join us |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Ain't Play'n , by - Master P. Song from the album Ghetto Bill - The Best Hustler In The Game Volume 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп