Lil' Cease - Play Around Lyrics
[puffy]As we proceedTo give you what you needB.i.g., mutha *****a'sLil' cease, mutha *****a's[bristal]Yo, handsome hansunGot dough like the hanson'sNiggas come fast, went out like helly hansonMr. bristal, you will never catch me dancin'Often prancing, only in a mansionIn the party, i'm high and drunk, i see you glancin'Never blow my cool, even if it's jammin'If shit hit the fan then i got the cannon*****, lick-shots, leave 'em where they standin'You can call the cops, i never get ran inCall blake c., ya'll get the understandingWho my man is, who the fam' isAll that bullshit you talk? can it, we own the planetIt's a definite, niggas over money, reppin' itArmageddon it, destroy e'rything when we settin' itYou delicate, far away in the country where you better getAssets in, niggaYa'll need to get wit' some veterans1 - [big harve]You don't wanna play aroundYou don't wanna play aroundYou don't wanna play around with meNo more, i'll kill youYou don't wanna play aroundYou don't wanna play aroundYou don't wanna play around with meNo more, i'll kill you[lil' cease]Yo, yo, yoNiggas wanna start shit, push the buttonSee the dough flip from the carpetMe and bris' about to lock down the marketGats be sparkin', they lie tooNot crips and bloods, it's piruB-roc i'ma die for youTill this day, i'mma ride for youAnd god forbid, gotta die tooWhen you pull that gat, i'll be right beside youTo guide you, on who to hit and not toIf a nigga guilty, got to die tooThat's the real-la, you're talkin' to the roach killerFor more scrillaAbout to upset new york like reggie millerOnce they say you turn thug, you turn killerMan, it's hard to turn back when a nigga feel yaThat's why they tell ya you're nobody 'til somebody kill yaThat's why until ya play it back, don't get too familiarCause if you get too close, my nigga's might *****in' killa yaNiggaRepeat 1 while:[lil' kim]Another oneThe queen bee, extraordinaireLil' cease, commin' at'chaFor the year 2000 and the new millennium, uh***** all you hoes, i blows like flutes*****es don't shake my hand, they salute the lieutenantRich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal highnessPocohontas, mafia's behind us, ballin' like utahDidn't think a ghetto ***** could come this farFrom pushin' buicks to candy apple red jaguars***** think i'm rich, i could rock a fool blue suitA furry kangol with some cowboy bootsAnd still be the shit of the nightWhen i come throughYou be on the side holdin' ya cups like the bums doWaitin' for the queen to put some change in itI pull out a 'g' and drop it with a hundred grand left in my pocketI promoted this shit, so i got's to make a profitAnd all the ends are sins to my men's, down his prophetMe and lil' cease, it's part two, me partnersLayin' niggas down like carpentersSo pardon us, like nike's, we just do itWe ain't amateurs to this shit, we used to itAnd all the bodies i killed, keep 'em on fileSo when they anniversaries come, we pop cristallAsk bristal, the golden child, ta-dowTake it how i gives it, you talk it, you live itAnd don't forget it, *****es[puffy]Stop tryin' to sound like her too, *****esRepeat 1 while:[lil' kim]Ya'll mutha*****a's do not wanna play with usYa'll don't wanna play with usWe will *****in' kill youSet the *****a's rightI'll *****in' kill youI don't give a ***** who it isYou don't wanna play around
