Текст пісні Play Around - Lil' Cease, Lil' Kim, Mr. Bristal

Play Around

As we proceed\nTo give you what you need\nB.I.G. mutha fucka’s\nLil' Cease mutha fucka’s\nYo handsome Hansun\nGot dough like the Hanson’s\nNiggas come fast went out like Helly Hanson\nMr. Bristal you will never catch me dancin'\nOften prancing only in a mansion\nIn the party I’m high and drunk I see you glancin'\nNever blow my cool, even if it’s jammin'\nIf shit hit the fan then I got the cannon\nCock, lick-shots, leave 'em where they standin'\nYou can call the cops, I never get ran in\nCall Blake C., ya’ll get the understanding\nWho my man is, who the fam' is\nAll that bullshit you talk? Can it, we own the planet\nIt’s a definite, niggas over money, reppin' it\nArmageddon it, destroy e’rything when we settin' it\nYou delicate, far away in the country where you better get\nAssets in, nigga\nYa’ll need to get wit' some veterans\nYou don’t wanna play around\nYou don’t wanna play around\nYou don’t wanna play around with me\nNo more, I’ll kill you\nYou don’t wanna play around\nYou don’t wanna play around\nYou don’t wanna play around with me\nNo more, I’ll kill you\nYo, yo, yo\nNiggas wanna start shit, push the button\nSee the dough flip from the carpet\nMe and Bris' about to lock down the market\nGats be sparkin', they lie too\nGot crips in blood, that part true\nB-Roc I’mma die for you\nTill this day, I’mma ride for you\nAnd God forbid, gotta die too\nWhen you pull that gat, I’ll be right beside you\nTo guide you, on who to hit and not to\nIf a nigga guilty, got to die too\nThat’s the real-la, you’re talkin' to the roach killer\nFor more scrilla\nAbout to upset New York like Reggie Miller\nOnce they say you turn thug, you turn killer\nMan, it’s hard to turn back when a nigga feel ya\nThat’s why they tell ya you’re nobody 'til somebody kill ya\nThat’s why until ya play it back, don’t get too familiar\nCause if you get too close, my nigga’s might fuckin' killa ya\nNigga\nRepeat 1 while:\nAnother one\nThe Queen Bee, extraordinaire\nLil' Cease, commin' at’cha\nFor the year 2000 and the new millennium, Uh\nFuck all you hoes, I blows like suits\nBitches don’t shake my hand, they salute the lieutenant\nRich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal highness\nPocohontas, Mafia’s behind us, ballin' like Utah\nDidn’t think a ghetto bitch could come this far\nFrom pushin' Buicks to candy apple red Jaguars\nBitch think I’m rich, I could rock a fool blue suit\nA furry Kangol with some cowboy boots\nAnd still be the shit of the night\nWhen I come through\nYou be on the side holdin' ya cups like the bums do\nWaitin' for the Queen to put some change in it\nI pull out a 'G' and drop it with a hundred grand left in my pocket\nI promoted this shit, so I got’s to make a profit\nAnd all the ends are sins to my men’s, down his prophet\nMe and Lil' Cease, it’s part two, me partners\nLayin' niggas down like carpenters\nSo pardon us, like Nike’s, we just do it\nWe ain’t amateurs to this shit, we used to it\nAnd all the bodies I killed, keep 'em on file\nSo when they anniversaries come, we pop Cristall\nAsk Bristal, the Golden Child, ta-dow\nTake it how I gives it, you talk it, you live it\nAnd don’t forget it, bitches\nStop tryin' to sound like her too, bitches\nRepeat 1 while:\nYa’ll muthafucka’s do not wanna play with us\nYa’ll don’t wanna play with us\nWe will fuckin' kill you\nSet the fucka’s right\nI’ll fuckin' kill you\nI don’t give a fuck who it is\nYou don’t wanna play around