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Styles P » We Don't Play
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	(Styles P:) 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" shit, Ben Affleck. - Whole nigga cause Most men just half-step, I ride hard, Motherfucker 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! Killin' your homeboy, now you call it hard love; Treat you like a blunt how I'm gettin' you sparked up! (Chorus: Lloyd Banks) Nigga we don't play! - We handle problems the worst way We'll get you shot, stabbed, robbed on your birthday! Nigga you ain't got no bidness 'round here in the first place; Look at everybody chillin'! - Well fuck that! I'm a play the villain. - Fuck that! - I'm here to make a killin' All money's good money, weed and liquor stealin'! Small money, tall money, nigga we want it all; Left hand on the wheel. - Other hand on the drawer! (Lloyd Banks:) 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 you lung for a couple hundred dollars, fam'! 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'm a 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 piss your skinny pants. I'm with Sammy so my haters can't stand me And jam me! - I'm runnin' niggaz over like Brandy. Mother-fuck a Grammy! - Give me weed and eye candy; Coca-Cola daughter, pussy from a very nice family. Won't last steppin' in the street without the swammy; From SouthDide to Y.O. - niggaz die daily! (Chorus: Lloyd Banks) Nigga we don't play! - We handle problems the worst way We'll get you shot, stabbed, robbed on your birthday! Nigga you ain't got no bidness 'round here in the first place; Look at everybody chillin'! - Well fuck that! I'm a play the villain. - Fuck that! - I'm here to make a killin' All money's good money, weed and liquor stealin'! Small money, tall money, nigga we want it all; Left hand on the wheel. - Other hand on the drawer! (Styles P:) 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, and you ain't no "Challenger" Play witcha life, nigga, but you ain't no gambler! Die any day of the week. - Go get a calendar! Harder than Russian Roulette. - Nigga fuck a Gilette! I take a gun and put a buck to your neck Or.50 to your grill, bring the blicky to the hill! These young niggaz is buggin'. - Tipsy off the pills, I bring the fire like a motherfuckin' Bic lighter. Paper shredder eraser to any sick writer; Ghost is Apocalypse; - holdin' your esophagus! Runnin' through the shit like a motherfuckin' rhinoceros. Nasty like a hippo is. - Show you what a sicko is! Barrel to your girl clit. - Bitch, is you ticklish? You gon' fuck around and get - burned like syphilis! (Chorus: Lloyd Banks) Nigga we don't play! - We handle problems the worst way We'll get you shot, stabbed, robbed on your birthday! Nigga you ain't got no bidness 'round here in the first place; Look at everybody chillin'! - Well fuck that! I'm a play the villain. - Fuck that! - I'm here to make a killin' All money's good money, weed and liquor stealin'! Small money, tall money, nigga we want it all; Left hand on the wheel. - Other hand on the drawer! (beat fades-out)
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