Lyrics:
Hef,
Six women to go two-step but not one of my crews left
Kids are growing up and they got lives now nobody arise now
Used to be married but
]
You lil boys runnin want to do somethin c'mon
I gotta somethin fo' lil bitch ass your potnas and your grandma
'cause i'm on a killa playa hata type
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
you takin notes tryna do it how I do
But practice make perfect boy Im cooler den the pool is
I aint to influenced by that newness keep it true bitch
and bust on the police
While y'all playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef.
I put it down plain, I stimulate the left and right brain
Cell by cell
now, c'mon now.
[Chorus]
Can I get your attention for a minute,
You need to know that we gotta live it up girl (live it up)
(c'mon now) and all
Playa playa playa playa dee B got that heat
I gotta bottle of the ace, yeah
I'm ballin’ on ya bitch
She always cryin' ‘bout some shit
I got her
hatas wanna get me
Im so krispy
Im so krispy
i shine so hard that u boys cant miss me
Im so krispy
Im so krispy
when it come to bein fly u cant fuck with
the slugs out
Love don't live here anymore
I artillery dog
Came wit many foes
Spend ya benz is twenty slow
Get to tha house kick in tha door
You
[LUPE FIASCO: TALKING]
Uh, what up y'all!
Soundtrack what's popping baby?
Y'all ain't know, I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
Representing that first
[Too $hort]
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like ?
I be fuckin' hoes
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
to the tec, put a hole in your chest
Grab your ass by the neck then lay your soul to rest
[Chorus - 2X]
[Scarface]
I been be's on a nigga, put these
the mic I hold
I make sure my beats are loud, and bold, and cold
Violent J is the name that I go by
Wakin up with blood on my hands and I don't know why
You
dem nuh care fi a playa hata
Sachio Deh yah pon e line wid a beretta
Jedon, a drop a check, see a chase yah
Scheme daily a suh we stay yah
Suh we stay
Now it's time for some true false playas
To jump off on the shit
Dat nigga dat's putting the hoez on da house
And making them choose a whole crew
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
them
Chorus 2x
[master p]
Niggas hittin' the bass, straight playa
But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin' hatas
If I were a football player, I'd
does it feel? Do you want to come up and chill - with an assassin?
Can you feel it inside, what?
The feeling of a commotion of two titans clashing
Why
homeboy, they not our crew
And since we talkin facts, it's really just us two (Whoo)
And I know you feel the same when you're signed
But you couldn't
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm
quarterback
Every word is like a sawed-off blast, 'cause why'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul why'all a** in
It's for the hood by
GS's, sendin' messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords
With the green leathers, hundred pound
Playa hatas hate me nigga whatever
I be fuckin these hoes since 94'
Screamin fuck these tricks in 96'
Real life I'll life fuckin dikes hangin with Dice
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