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master p - stop playing wit me lyrics

hooody hooooo! knuckle up n-gg-
when we catch y’all.
we gon’ bust y’all and y’all d-cks up
all b-tch -ss n-gg-z

b-tches stop playin well y’all better stop playin wit me (repeat 6x)

[master p over repeated line from 3x on]
tear da club up n-gg-! (2x)
wh-ssup now? huh!
tear da club up n-gg-! (2x)

now y’all didn’t know that i was a 3rd ward psycho
i grew up kinda crazy drink a fifth my uncle bought
ask michael and at ten, i was a motherf-ckin fool
and at the age of eleven, i was already – packin that tool
now y’all couldn’t feel me, cause i was a killer, at twelve
and at thirteen, i ain’t give a f-ck, if i died and went to h-ll
see i’m vicious, f-ck it, nightlight’s on
and at fourteen, i hit a n-gg-, with that chrome
now y’all want mercy, but y’all b-tches, can’t hurt me
cause i used to sell dope, with my daddy, big percy
and at sixteen i was headed straight to juve’
for a hot f-ckin car, some dope, and a uzi
and then at eighteen n-gg- i’m back on the streets
hooked up with my cousin jimmy now i’m back on my feet
i’m back to slangin rocks, rollin c-ke and pushin powder
thangs is goin good, bought moms a caddy me an old school impala
came nuttin fade me now i’m chillin
with my lady, she bought to have a baby
that’s when sh-t got shady, i mean it got crazy
n-gg-z rolled through and bust (ha? ) we hit the dust
they killed the old man but the b-tches missed us

b-tches stop playin well y’all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4x)

pick up the paper, couple of n-gg-z, deceased
(man did you kill em p? )
who the f-ck are you — the feds or the police?
i changed my f-ckin life and moved to cali
no mo’ standin on the corner, no mo’ slangin, in no alleys
when you try to do right, that’s when sh-t, goes wrong
i got a phone call sayin you gotta come home
my little brother dead, and i’m back, on the streets
and i’m cryin to myself, cause it shoulda, been me
now i gotta ride with the homies once again
and i don’t give a f-ck, if i go, to the pen (ya heard me? )

b-tches stop playin well y’all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4x)

now in the rap game, well it just like the dope game
cause n-gg-z jack and kill for lyrics and beats
like it’s crack, or cocaine
but thugs die screamin east and west
that’s why me and these soldiers pack pistols
and wear bulletproof vests
and to you rookies talkin sh-t, and f-ckin wit no limit
now y’all n-gg-z can start, but we gon’ ride and finish it

b-tches stop playin well y’all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4x)

y’all better stop playin with these motherf-ckin veterans rookies!
(tear the club up n-gg-! -> 2x)
with some motherf-ckin hands on flats
(tear the club up n-gg-!)
stop playin wit me
(tear the club up n-gg-!)
stop playin wit me
(where the b-tches at? where the n-gg-z at? )
stop playin wit me
(where the b-tches at? where the n-gg-z at? )
y’all better stop playin wit me
(where the b-tches at? where the n-gg-z at? )
(where the b-tches at? where the n-gg-z at? )
(get em up n-gg-. get em up n-gg-.)
(get em up n-gg-. get em up n-gg-.)
(n-gg- we a started this, and we a finish it)
(n-gg- we a started this, and we a finish it)
(n-gg- we a started this, and we a finish it.)
(don’t make us enemy n-gg-)

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