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c murder - don't play no games lyrics

bra, why you talkin’ that sh-t, huh?
(what? you heard me)
take this sh-t to the streets right now (you heard me)
all that yappin’ and no action ain’t called for, you dig?
(for real)(what’s happenin’)

you don’t wanna f-ck with c (bad motherf-ckers)
you don’t wanna f-ck with me (just a bunch of bad motherf-ckers)
you don’t wanna go to war (bunch of bad motherf-ckers)

[c-murder]

don’t play no games, cuz boy we be bout killin’
you ain’t got sh-t to die for you shouldn’t be livin’
get rid the f-ckin’ smirk ain’t a d-mn thing funny
all my n-gg-s know we live for weed and money
platinum and vogues on the walls of my company
cuz tru n-gg-s live life motherf-ckin’ g’s
presidents and playin’ in every resident
cuz pumpin’ no limit sh-t is essential
i make money off the words that i speak
i flip a c-ssette like i used to flip a quarter key
the rap game is like standin’ on a block
every tape i sell is like a motherf-ckin’ dime rock
give me the money so you can keep the b-tches
they don’t play no game c-murder bout his riches
the money talk and bullsh-t walks pay to get delt with
and haters get they -ss kicked

(chorus)
don’t play no games boy, we be bout killin’
just a bunch of bad motherf-ckers just a bunch of thug n-gg-s
don’t play no games boy, we be bout killin’
bunch of bad motherf-ckers just a bunch of thug n-gg-s

[mystikal]

a whole bunch of bad motherf-ckers
ya we bad watch us i ain’t playin’ with your b-tch -ss
even if i smoke weed all day drankin’ on king cobra
my eyes red my head bad i still f-ck over ya
you know the name you know the game and the pain
b-tches still the same bigger bank higher rank
whatcha thank your head i like your sh-t don’t stank
but you’re gettin’ spanked i’m gonna get at yours forgot that thank
you b-tch who wrong move i’m gone get you
???? you mental but you been through
f-ck what your friend do and who you came to

(chorus)

[silkk the shocker]

we bout murder money weed ammunition guns and drugs
fake n-gg-s stand correct show my real n-gg-s some love
mrs. thug i live the life of a motherf-ckin’ thug
7 digits bigger n-gg-s still fightin’ in clubs
you think you saw the worst b-tch the worst is yet to f-ckin’ come
up jump and take everyone and your best to f-cking run
shoot first ask questions later
quick before i lose ya ask what time it f-ckin’ was
i guess when you’re too paranoid smokin’ too much motherf-ckin’ bud
don’t play no games b-tch respect the name b-tch
f-ck who you came with and f-ck what you sayin’ b-tch
you heard of mystikal, heard of p, heard of me, and heard of c
either we solo or we ridin’ thirty-d you can’t stop me i know
all they can do is watch me drop ya with your eyes closed
in a project curb apartment motherf-ckin’ dealin’
you wanna know why we ain’t smilin’ cuz we thugs we mugs
ain’t nothin’ bout being friendly

(chorus)(2x)

- c murder lyrics

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