| HOOODY HOOOOO! |
| Knuckle up nigga
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| When we catch y’all.
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| WE GON' BUST Y’ALL AND Y’ALL DICKS UP
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| ALL BITCH ASS NIGGAZ
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| Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y’all better stop playin wit me (repeat 6X)
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| Tear da club up nigga! |
| (2X)
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| Whassup NOW? |
| HUH!
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| Tear da club up nigga! |
| (2X)
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| Now y’all didn’t know that I was a 3rd Ward psycho
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| I grew up kinda crazy drink a fifth my uncle bought
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| Ask Michael and at ten, I was a motherfuckin fool
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| And at the age of eleven, I was already — packin that tool
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| Now y’all couldn’t feel me, cause I was a killer, at twelve
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| And at thirteen, I ain’t give a fuck, if I died and went to hell
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| See I’m vicious, fuck it, nightlight’s on
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| And at fourteen, I hit a nigga, with that chrome
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| Now y’all want mercy, but y’all bitches, can’t hurt me
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| Cause I used to sell dope, with my daddy, big Percy
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| And at sixteen I was headed straight to juve'
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| For a hot fuckin car, some dope, and a uzi
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| And then at eighteen nigga I’m back on the streets
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| Hooked up with my cousin Jimmy now I’m back on my feet
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| I’m back to slangin rocks, rollin coke and pushin powder
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| Thangs is goin good, bought moms a Caddy me an old school Impala
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| Came nuttin fade me now I’m chillin
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| With my lady, she bought to have a baby
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| That’s when shit got shady, I mean it got crazy
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| Niggas rolled through and bust (HA?) we hit the dust
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| They killed the old man but the bitches missed us
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| Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y’all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X)
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| Pick up the paper, couple of niggas, deceased
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| (Man did you kill em P?)
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| Who the fuck are you -- the Feds or the police?
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| I changed my fuckin life and moved to Cali
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| No mo' standin on the corner, no mo' slangin, in no alleys
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| When you try to do right, that’s when shit, goes wrong
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| I got a phone call sayin you gotta come home
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| My little brother dead, and I’m back, on the streets
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| And I’m cryin to myself, cause it shoulda, been me
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| Now I gotta ride with the homies once again
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| And I don’t give a fuck, if I go, to the pen (ya heard me??)
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| Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y’all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X)
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| Now in the rap game, well it just like the dope game
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| Cause niggas jack and kill for lyrics and beats
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| Like it’s crack, or cocaine
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| But thugs die screamin East and West
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| That’s why me and these soldiers pack pistols
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| And wear bulletproof vests
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| And to you rookies talkin shit, and fuckin wit No Limit
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| Now y’all niggas can start, but we gon' ride and finish it
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| Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y’all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X)
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| Y’all better stop playin with these motherfuckin veterans rookies!
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| (Tear the club up nigga! -] 2X)
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| With some motherfuckin hands on flats
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| (Tear the club up nigga!)
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| Stop playin wit me
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| (Tear the club up nigga!)
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| Stop playin wit me
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| (Where the bitches at? Where the niggas at?)
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| Stop playin wit me
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| (Where the bitches at? Where the niggas at?)
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| Y’all better stop playin wit me
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| (Where the bitches at? Where the niggas at?)
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| (Where the bitches at? Where the niggas at?)
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| (Get em up nigga. get em up nigga.)
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| (Get em up nigga. get em up nigga.)
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| (Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it)
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| (Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it)
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| (Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it.)
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| (Don't make us enemy nigga) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stop Playing Wit Me , by - Master P. Song from the album Only God Can Judge Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп