Styles P feat. Lloyd Banks - We Don't Play paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson We Don't Play - Lloyd Banks , 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
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 business ′round here in the first place
Look at everybody chillin', well, fuck that
I′ma 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
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 piss your skinny pants
I'm with Sammy so my haters can′t stand me or jam me
I'm runnin' niggaz over like Brandy
Motherfuck 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 Southside to Y.O., niggas die daily
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 business ′round here in the first place
Look at everybody chillin', well, fuck that
I′ma 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
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 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
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 business ′round here in the first place
Look at everybody chillin', well, fuck that
I'ma 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



Writer(s): David Styles, Christopher Lloyd, Christian Rodriguez, Supe Stylez


Styles P feat. Lloyd Banks - Master Of Ceremonies
Album Master Of Ceremonies
date de sortie
04-10-2011



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