Lyrics:
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Play your cards right
I've been up all night
Play your cards right
Let's vibe for the night
Ooh, Let's get it, alright!
If the money should deplete
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
and judge ya
Cause I make mistakes like you
I forgive ya boo
You can keep the things that I brought ya
I'm not tryna play correctional officer
I'm just
And every year that's gone by
Another baby's come
There's a gonna be some changes made
Right here on nursery hill
You've set this chicken your last time
You gotta do right by me, its mandatory baby
Sweeter than your favorite ice cream be,
Bask in my glory baby/
Don't play no games, that'll ruin
come over here for a minute
Yeah, yeah, she's pretty hysterical right now, uh
Well, have you tried fondling her breasts?
Well no, no I haven't
Um,
knockin' boots 'til she's 14K'd
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Waiting for the credit card so she can go and shop
Jack plays the back, just knockin'
And mutha'fucka it's my time and I'm better
Ho I go so hard
I'm so gone my ID is a post card
I travel like b ball with no calls
I play my role and listen
Out for
Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are
make me (show out)
'cause this some real shit
Don't make me pull your card ya'll niggas gonna make me (show out)
(Ya'll niggas) Ya'll niggas gonna
bottles
Play ya cards right
Cuz lido's got them rachets
That like to swallow
I turnt that bitch into local strokers
U niggas are joker's
Watch the drip
I
and prostituters
Card scammers and the Prada boosters
Low top, yeah, the powder blue ones
Robber too, huh? Power to ya
Hallelujah, better pray to God
I would like
make me (show out)
'Cause this some real shit
Don't make me pull your card ya'll niggas gonna make me (show out)
(ya'll niggas) Ya'll niggas gonna
thank
You to all the Beatle people
Who have written to me during
The year and everyone who
Sent gifts and cards for my birthday
Which I'm trying
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
way again, I swear to God
I be breaking down, you be playing hard
She chose to bid it all, watch how you play your cards
Now you runnin' 'round town
One in the army?
Captain... Major...
Sargent!
That's it!
So many cards in the pack
You want to know how to keep track?
Well, one is good
in that mode
I'on move by tha play, stay out my way
Ninja by ya face, I can tell how you wanna run tha race
Peep tha waist, you can see tha blade,
Oh Oh
Oh Oh
We only getting older I gotta spend my time with you
I gotta play my cards right so I know I'll do right by you
Your got that attitude
And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night
And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? [Cam: Ya
All the mistakes I've made
I wish they would all go away
It's as if they
Were tailor made for me
It gets harder to believe
As the day goes by
wouldn't be right
If the ladies didn't sweat
Pull the seat back
To make contact
Eye to eye
You know I ain't living like that
I wear shades
I get paid
I'm wasting my days, I throw them away,
Losing it all on these sick little games.
If I play my cards right I can make the big time,
I could be
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