Players Anthem (Explicit)

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featuring Bristal Lil' Kim Puff Daddy [Puffy] As we proceed To give you what you need B.I.G. mutha fucka's Lil' Cease mutha fucka's [Bristal] Yo handsome Hansun Got dough like the Hanson's Niggas come fast went out like Helly Hanson Mr. Bristal you will never catch me dancin' Often prancing only in a mansion In 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 Cock, lick-shots, leave 'em where they standin' You can call the cops, I never get ran in Call Blake C., ya'll get the understanding Who my man is, who the fam' is All that bullshit you talk? Can it, we own the planet It's a definite, niggas over money, reppin' it Armageddon it, destroy e'rything when we settin' it You delicate, far away in the country where you better get Assets in, nigga Ya'll need to get wit' some veterans 1 - [Big Harve] You don't want to play around You don't want to play around You don't want to play around with me No more, I'll kill you You don't want to play around You don't want to play around You don't want to play around with me No more, I'll kill you [Lil' Cease] Yo, yo, yo Niggas want to start shit, push the button See the dough flip from the carpet Me and Bris' about to lock down the market Gats be sparkin', they lie too Got crips in blood, that part true be -Roc I'mma die for you Till this day, I'mma ride for you And God forbid, gotta die too When you pull that gat, I'll be right beside you To guide you, on who to hit and not to If a nigga guilty, got to die too That's the real-la, you're talkin' to the roach killer For more scrilla About to upset New York like Reggie Miller Once they say you turn thug, you turn killer Man, it's hard to turn back when a nigga feel ya That's why they tell ya you're nobody 'til somebody kill ya That's why until ya play it back, don't get too familiar Cause if you get too close, my nigga's might fuckin' killa ya Nigga Repeat 1 while: [Lil' Kim] Another one The Queen Bee, extraordinaire Lil' Cease, commin' at'cha For the year 2000 and the new millennium, Uh Fuck all you hoes, I blows like suits Bitches don't shake my hand, they salute the lieutenant Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal highness Pocohontas, Mafia's behind us, ballin' like Utah Didn't think a ghetto bitch could come this far From pushin' Buicks to candy apple red Jaguars Bitch think I'm rich, I could rock a fool blue suit A furry Kangol with some cowboy boots And still be the shit of the night When I come through You be on the side holdin' ya cups like the bums do Waitin' for the Queen to put some change in it I pull out a 'G' and drop it with a hundred grand left in my pocket I promoted this shit, so I got's to make a profit And all the ends are sins to my men's, down his prophet Me and Lil' Cease, it's part two, me partners Layin' niggas down like carpenters So pardon us, like Nike's, we just do it We ain't amateurs to this shit, we used to it And all the bodies I killed, keep 'em on file So when they anniversaries come, we pop Cristall Ask Bristal, the Golden Child, ta-dow Take it how I gives it, you talk it, you live it And don't forget it, bitches [Puffy] Stop tryin' to sound like her too, bitches Repeat 1 while: [Lil' Kim] Ya'll muthafucka's do not want to play with us Ya'll don't want to play with us We will fuckin' kill you Set the fucka's right I'll fuckin' kill you I don't give a fuck who it is You don't want to play around