Текст (слова) песни: Master P - I Ain`t Play`n

 
[Intro] 
Nigga what`chu worryin `bout whassup with me? 
What fire is that, what house I`m rollin on? 
Do I holla at Curt, what`s Unc doin? 
What`s up with Suave? Nigga you dem people {?} 
 
[Chorus 4X: Master P] 
Snitches stop callin the cops - cause I ain`t playin 
Better watch what you say on the block - cause I ain`t playin 
 
[Master P] 
I left the hood for a week, and my name start ringin 
Like I`m hustlin sellin dope, you got beef then bring it 
I heard fire did this, and P.D. they trippin 
That`s why I sleep with two gats you never catch me slippin 
I smell pussy, and most of you niggaz are rats 
See I`m a dog motherfucker and I don`t fuck with you cats 
Callin me on the phone, nigga lookin for cola 
How could a nigga from the hood nigga turn into the roller 
This shit`s so twisted, it got me trippin 
Got the feds thinkin I`ve got birds in the kitchen 
These niggaz`ll throw salt in your name my nigga 
Just to get a couple dollars and some fame my nigga 
It ain`t no loyalty, your only family`ll set you up 
For the right price my nigga they`ll wet you up 
I watched niggaz get ghost, when shit be over 
How many niggaz gon` visit C, if he go to Angola 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Master P] 
Man this music shit political dawg, don`t fuck with it 
I`d invest in somethin else if I wasn`t already in it 
Man most of these niggaz`ll just yap they mouth 
Send subliminal messages `til shit get out 
Believe none of what you hear, and half of what you see 
See the rap game is dirty like the C-P-3 
Most niggaz`ll fear death, these streets is real black 
Our radio programmers think they holdin careers back 
And Hollywood bitches be ready to wife a nigga 
All you need is a hit record and some ice my nigga 
And the media dickriders slow up like flat tires 
Seen they lil` career blow up again when shit dies 
They say we ignorant and we stereotype 
Even seen Michael Jackson live the criminal life 
See these haters`ll hate mayne, smile in your face mayne 
Call them people on ya try to give you a case mayne 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Outro] 
Heh, he he 
If y`all don`t know us 
Y`all better keep our name out y`all motherfuckin mouth 
Cause it`s gon` get real ugly after this you feel me? 
Y`all can`t beat us then join us
 

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