styles p - we don't play feat. lloyd banks lyrics
do the same thing, get the same results
creepin’ like batman, stronger than the hulk
runnin’ to the bank teller, dump it for the vault
on my town sh-t, ben affleck
whole n-gga ’cause most men just half-step
i ride hard motherf-cker and i ain’t crash yet
you don’t know or you do know
i’m like mario puzo with cujo
you don’t get it, i’m a prolific animal, every verse flammable
weird like murdoch, thinkin’ like hannibal
man like face but i’m wild like b.a
bullet to your head when you talkin’ to the d.a
talkin’ to the judge and i be in the cab
’cause i think the car bugged, i don’t play with hard luck
k!llin’ your homeboy, now you call it hard love
treat you like a blunt how i’m gettin’ you sparked up
n-gga, we don’t play, we handle problems the worst way
we’ll get you shot stabbed, robbed on your birthday
n-gga you ain’t got no business ’round here in the first place
look at everybody chillin’, well, f-ck that
i’ma play the villain, f-ck that i’m here to make a k!llin’
all money’s good money, weed and liquor stealin’
small money, tall money, n-gga we want it all
left hand on the wheel, other hand on the drawer
nino icepick through your writin’ hand
heart like a rock, hard to drop like spider-man
park your pretty cars up, hop inside the rider van
punctuate your lung for a couple hundred dollar stand
drive of a street lord, knowledge of a college man
almighty dollars get you dead, make your momma plan
nuttin’ like the sound of dough, i’ma make the commas dance
numbers jump high numb and drunk in my drama stance
the no fly zone, you don’t get a city chance
show up at your show, make you hoes p-ss your skinny pants
i’m with sammy so my haters can’t stand me or jam me
i’m runnin’ n-ggas over like brandy
motherf-ck a grammy, give me weed and eye candy
coca-cola daughter, p-ssy from a very nice family
won’t last steppin’ in the street without the swammy
from southside to y.o., n-ggas die daily
n-gga, we don’t play, we handle problems the worst way
we’ll get you shot stabbed, robbed on your birthday
n-gga you ain’t got no business ’round here in the first place
look at everybody chillin’, well, f-ck that
i’ma play the villain, f-ck that i’m here to make a k!llin’
all money’s good money, weed and liquor stealin’
small money, tall money, n-gga we want it all
left hand on the wheel, other hand on the drawer
i’m hard and the problem like algebra
only use the gun if it’s a high enough caliber
you ain’t a dodge car then you ain’t no challenger
play wit’cha life n-gga but you ain’t no gambler
die any day of the week, go get a calendar
harder than russian roulette, n-gga f-ck a gilette
i take a gun and put a buck to your neck
or 50 to your grill, bring the bl!cky to the hill
these young n-ggas is buggin’, tipsy off the pills
i bring the fire like a motherf-ckin’ bic lighter
paper shredder, eraser to any sick writer
ghost is apocalypse, holdin’ your esophagus
runnin’ through the sh-t like a motherf-ckin’ rhinoceros
nasty like a hippo is, show you what a sicko is
barrel to your girl cl-t, b-tch is you ticklish?
you gon’ f-ck around and get burned like syphilis
n-gga, we don’t play, we handle problems the worst way
we’ll get you shot stabbed, robbed on your birthday
n-gga you ain’t got no business ’round here in the first place
look at everybody chillin’, well, f-ck that
i’ma play the villain, f-ck that i’m here to make a k!llin’
all money’s good money, weed and liquor stealin’
small money, tall money, n-gga we want it all
left hand on the wheel, other hand on the drawer
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