Lyrics:
capping
The whole time he didn't even know who he was talkin' to
Live by the gun, play with fire, better know you gon' get burned
Best believe I ain't got
the rest
Big Playa Phaze
Ok let go
Gettin active mga products onna spin
We make sum more
Pati music namin papatagusin
Among the four
Mas gusto ko yung isa
the shit my team do
Keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate
And if they take offence, fuck it, got to be that way
This is dedicated to these
goes down around us
We playas, so haters can't clown around us
On point, big fat blunts and joints
And get drunk, this cold world, they aint givin a fuck
see
Mobbin on the S T A G E
Doper then a joint a that D A N K
Got more soul then Koonta Kinte
Young playa', down for the mail
Even bustin'
the Juice comin up out
The dark from apart
North Memphis niggas always hard and we start
Weak motherfuckers, playa haters
We ain't no traitors
Bustin hustlas
you haters guaranteed, that we gon do you
Cause I really miss my dog
I really miss my dog
I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog
You use to come,
right behind me
(I think you lying) so try me
These hater-fied niggas don't play
Cut in all my killas
Till the day I'm dead and deceased
It'll be
Us
a curtain twitching and distress
Playa hater bitchin' and all that mess
but it' s kinda hard to fade Styles MC
I would suggest that most come join me
But ain'
Chorus 2x
You climb on a deal wet boys for real
Each and every city club they should feel
All playa hatas gotta bow and kneel
If you try to trip
for life
'cause if you life by the gun, die by the gun
Came from the slums where it ain't no fun
Somebody killed her only son
Who's gonna take his
hostile
Something that's for your soul don't hate the flow
If you don't know it by now what's up my name is Smooth
I'm that gospel rap kat seven years
a stick up
Guns they draw just like you drop like a nigga
I'm busy, I catch up my calendar
Expensive dinner, no caviar
Big mansion, one room, lavander
fuck her once
Then never call back
Middle of the summer
Tell that hoe fall back
QT tha label got cash on the table
Imma pimp under pressure real playa
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
pray every day
And ask God to keep all the playa haters away
And even when I don't feel like raising my hands,
I gotta do it anyways
Cause I don't live
hang
i broke up more player haters that be tryin to perpertrate us
so you try to imitate us but you can not duplicate us
so you had to hate us because
down the name
If you haters guaranteed, that we gon do you
Cause I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog
I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog
financially sold
On the road, doing shows, backstage with hoes
Nobody knows what goes down once the doors is closed
Playa clickin on the scene, smokin
cuz we hitting hard,
every single playa hater
know just who we are,
We the homies from the laylow i-n-c
Perpetrating madafuckas gon' remember me
I
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