Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song They'll Never Play Me , by - Memphis Bleek. Release date: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
They'll Never Play Me |
| This for my thug, thug |
| Drug, drug |
| And guns, guns |
| Come on, come on |
| Come on, it’s the ROC nigga |
| Yo, yo |
| Ayo niggas wanna hate me cause I run thugs |
| Show no love and my guns bust |
| And I got your bitch on my nuts and I push two trucks |
| You niggas out here gone do what? |
| Nothing but talk about it |
| You niggas ain’t bout it, bout it |
| You see Bleek |
| J-I-G from the hat to sneaks |
| Dem them jordans but what’s important |
| You niggers scheming |
| I told y’all, I got my mind right |
| And my money right |
| I brought a new tech and believe my shit air right |
| The game nigga love it, leave it |
| It ain’t gone change nigga |
| From my hood to your hood |
| This shit the same nigga |
| You see me hopping out |
| Coping that Bel -v |
| I ride for my family |
| Fuck could you tell me |
| Its ROC La Familia |
| No one down with us |
| No one ride with us |
| No one side with us |
| We came gunning |
| Busting fuck it, it ain’t nothing |
| I got mine now get yours |
| And nigga stop frontin' |
| 1 — Still these niggers hate me |
| But I sit back and laugh |
| I got cash, I play the back |
| And I be counting my math |
| And they will never play me |
| I got guns, I got ones, I got sons |
| I got niggas who could get that done |
| And still these niggers hate me |
| But I sit back and laugh |
| I got cash, I play the back |
| And I be counting my math |
| And they will never play me |
| I got guns, I got ones, I got sons |
| I got niggas who could get that done |
| Yo, ayo I get’s it crunk with that pump |
| Or letting that pistol blow |
| Niggas hate but I’m sticking this dick down they bitches throat |
| I hear them saying |
| He only sold half a mill |
| You know what I’m saying nigga I spend half your deal |
| So go ahead with that dumb shit |
| I push tinted SUV’s |
| Which is one bitch |
| With that fifth in just one clip |
| My fans asking me bleek, you dissing squads? |
| Ma im dissing everyone |
| And everyone feel they involve |
| Who ever hating |
| Contemplating about my situations |
| Wanna know my moves |
| Wanna find out if a nigga station |
| Wanna know the co’ds |
| Wanna know if I get low my company |
| Do I got chrome |
| Nigga don’t compare me to Jay-Z |
| I pop my collar, hollar |
| All about the drama blowing scama |
| Pockets stay filled with that good marijuana |
| But you lames hating |
| Cause I’m in the lake on them daytons |
| Taking pictures, hitting switches |
| Pulling over bad bitches |
| I’m laying right |
| My dogs stay they eating right |
| Guns looking right |
| And dog I bust them right |
| For that brick |
| For that check |
| For that coke |
| For that flow |
| Dog I let’s them go |
| Set up shop and blow |