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8 ball - stop playin' games lyrics

(feat. p. diddy)

[p. diddy]
sh-t n-gg-.. a ho is a ho
a ho a-, sh-t, heheh
i’m strictly referring to them ho–ss n-gg-z, feel me?
i go by the name of that boy diddy
this is my man fatboy, you know
eightball n-gg-z, that’s right, heh

[eightball]
yea, i pull up with my n-gg-z, you know it’s on and poppin
i’m the fattest mack, so everybody watchin
my timbo’s ain’t scuffed, hydro, i got enough
that kind that make you choke, everytime you take a puff
them real playaz chief it, nothin but ballers keep it
you could smell it on my clothes so it ain’t no secret
rag on my head, braids to the back
gimme that grey goose, and put that ‘gnac back
i’m on another level, b-tches i got several
don’t try to rob me, i got that heavy metal
you in the dirt now, you underground now
can’t make a sound now, you wanna clown now?

[hook: x2]
stop playin games ho
it’s about that money you makin
you playin games ho
ain’t ’bout no talkin or fakin
stop playin games ho
it’s about the life you livin
you playin games ho
look at all this money you missin

[eightball]
yo what’s the deal pimpin, i’m so for real pimpin
i get my cinderella with unbroken seals pimpin
i flip a big truck (big truck) with some big rims (big rims)
i get my d-ck sucked (d-ck sucked)
when i pull out the benz (pull out the benz)
switchin cd’s (cd’s) watchin dvd’s (dvd’s)
now mlk (mlk) in my suv (suv)
pigeons jockin me, they wanna ride wit me
you gotta be down ho, like bobby brown and whitney
i’m not gorilla pimpin, but i keep them killas wit me
yo you for real n-gg-, think you can deal wit me?
you got a couple of guns, you know a couple of dudes
you need to shut your mouth, this what you need to do

[hook: x2]

[eightball]
listen carefully, lemme tell you somethin
this song is dedicated, to n-gg-z out there b-mpin
talkin too much, fakin, shakin, frontin
you got a lot to say and didn’t n-body ask you nothin
might get yo’ jaw broke, might get yo’ wig split
might get yo’ car shot up, might get yo’ dough kicked
might get you kidnapped, might get yo’ neck snapped
don’t get your feelings hurt thinkin this is just a rap
to all you little mamas, that wanna get my number
after the show is over, you wanna come on over
you wanna sip mo’, you wanna smoke ‘dro
ask me twenty questions, this ain’t no talk show
i’m not ya boyfriend, i’m not ya husband
i’m not ya sugar daddy, i’m not ya best friend
don’t need no best man, don’t need no wedding band
close ya mouth, and listen close to what i’m sayin

[hook: x2]

stop playin games ho
you playin games ho [x8]

stop playing games ho..
now stop playin (i ain’t playin wit y’all!)

- 8 ball lyrics

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