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I AinT PlayN - текст песни



I Ain'T Play'N


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 {?}








Snitches stop callin the cops - cause I ain't playin


Better watch what you say on the block - cause I ain't playin








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














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














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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