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reviewer chris - we don't play lyrics

[chorus: jimmy mc]
mess with tha gang
yo you gonna get shot up
messing with this pills
im boutta get locked up
im out to k!ll
no one an stop us
we dont play
but the block gon trust us
mess with tha gang
yo u gonna get shot up
messing with this pills
i’m about to get locked up
i’m out to k!ll
no one an stop us
we don’t play
but the block gon trust us

[verse 1: reviewer chris]
man i’m f+ckin’ on a fiend
ain’t no one pull up to the scene
b+tch, we got a car seat
ay, i’m duckin’ the police
i’m off this sh+t
off the perc, now my days is catchin’ up
they wanna fight, catch these hands
nah, b+tch, don’t try to duck
we gon’ rage
motherf+ckers said we gettin’ paid
motherf+ckers playin’ all day
you know we off this sh+t with my boys txippy & jimmy mc
we bout to mess, we off this sh+t, we don’t play
b+tch, we don’t play, b+tch, b+tch, we don’t play
b+tches always talkin’, motherf+ckers can’t learn their lesson
people always tryna talk sh+t
you know we out here pimpin’
yeah, we off some drinks, motherf+ckers [?]
we don’t play, b+tch, we don’t play, b+tch
[verse 2: txippy]
motherf+cker ain’t even changed since back then
you was calling me up in the past tense
i ain’t f+ck wit’ that b+tch, why you @ them?
where you at
i got money, b+tch, i got cash
throw it in the air, gettin’ these racks
b+tch i got h+lla this cash, uh
i ain’t f+ck wit’ your boys who was talkin’ that sh+t
i got diamonds all over my neck and my wrist
said they hit em’ up quick cause your b+tch talk sh+t
you ain’t even know who it is
steal my flow wit’ that b+tch
steal my flow wit’ that sh+t
and they ain’t focused on this

[verse 3: reviewer chris]
b+tch wanna talk sh+t, he gonna get lit up
we don’t play, sp+ce guys up to the top
you know we rich, duh
got every b+tch in my way, but we got opps though
we don’t fight with rappers, b+tch, we fight with hands
got f+cked in the benz
everybody talkin’ that sh+t all day
we ain’t [?] play cash way
gotta [?]
always wanna be talkin’ strays but he gon’ see us in the streets
b+tch, we don’t f+ckin’ play
say you the king, king of what?
yeah, b+tch, you would say nothin’
everybody talkin’ sh+t bout’ that but you said “i don’t give a f+ck, what the f+ck is that?”
[chorus: jimmy mc]
mess with tha gang
yo you gonna get shot up
messing with this pills
i’m about to get locked up
i’m out to k!ll
no one an stop us
we don’t play
but the block gon trust us
mess with tha gang
yo u gonna get shot up
messing with this pills
i’m about to get locked up
i’m out to k!ll
no one an stop us
we don’t play
but the block gon trust us

[verse 4: bob that master]
uh, we don’t play, don’t mess with the gang
flow so fierce, make your head bang
step outta line, jump you with no care
piece of cake, you be gasping for air
mess with one, you mess with all
we got each other’s back, hear our call
don’t mess with the gang, we don’t play at all, boy
you don’t wanna mess with us or the dang old gang
like me and my boy, we gon’ see your [?]
step outta line, you gon’ pay the price
you don’t wanna mess with us, we are the dang old gang

- reviewer chris lyrics

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