stop playing wit me

hooody hooooo! knuckle up nigga

when we catch y'all. we gon' bust y'all and y'all dicks up

all bitch ass niggaz

bitches stop playin well y'all better stop playin wit me

tear da club up nigga!

whassup now? huh!

tear da club up nigga!

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 motherfuckin 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 fuck

if i died and went to hell

see i'm vicious

fuck it

nightlight's on

and at fourteen

i hit a nigga

with that chrome

now y'all want mercy

but y'all bitches

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 fuckin car

some dope

and a uzi

and then at eighteen nigga 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 coke 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 shit got shady

i mean it got crazy

niggaz rolled through and bust we hit the dust

they killed the old man but the bitches missed us

bitches stop playin well y'all better stop playin wit me

pick up the paper

couple of niggaz

deceased

who the fuck are you -- the feds or the police?

i changed my fuckin 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 shit

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 fuck

if i go

to the pen

bitches stop playin well y'all better stop playin wit me

now in the rap game

well it just like the dope game

cause niggaz 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 shit

and fuckin wit no limit

now y'all niggaz can start

but we gon' ride and finish it

bitches stop playin well y'all better stop playin wit me

y'all better stop playin with these motherfuckin veterans rookies!

with some motherfuckin hands on flats

stop playin wit me

stop playin wit me

stop playin wit me

y'all better stop playin wit me