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We Don't Play (feat. Lloyd Banks)

Track byStyles P

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[Styles P] Do the same thing, get the same results You creepin like Batman, stronger than The Hulk Runnin to the bank teller, dump it for the vault On my (Town) shit, Ben Affleck, whole nigga cause most men just half-step, I ride hard Motherfucker and I ain't crash yet - you don't know Or you do know, I'm like Mario Puzo with Cujo - you don't get it? I'm a prolific animal, every verse flammable Weird like Murdoch, thinkin like Hannibal Man like Face but I'm wild like B.A. Bullet to your head when you talkin to the D.A. Talkin to the judge, and I be in the cab Cause I think the car bugged, I don't play with hard luck Killin your homeboy, now you call it hard love Treat you like a blunt how I'm gettin you sparked up [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Nigga we don't play~! We handle problems the worst way We'll get you shot stabbed robbed on your birthday Nigga you ain't got no business 'round here in the first place Look at everybody chillin - well fuck that! I'ma play the villain - fuck that! I'm here to make a killin All money's good money, weed and liquor stealin Small money, tall money, nigga we want it all Left hand on the wheel, other hand on the drawer [Lloyd Banks] Nino icepick through your writing hand Heart like a rock, hard to drop like Spider-Man Park your pretty cars up, hop inside the rider van Punctuate your lung for a couple hundred dollar stand Drive of a street lord, knowledge of a college man Almighty dollars get you dead, make your momma plan Nuttin like the sound of dough, I'ma make the commas dance Numbers jump high numb and drunk in my drama stance The no fly zone, you don't get a city chance Show up at your show, make you hoes piss your skinny pants I'm with Sammy so my haters can't stand me or jam me I'm runnin niggaz over like Brandy Motherfuck a Grammy, give me weed and eye candy Coca-Cola daughter, pussy from a very nice family Won't last steppin in the street without the swammy From Southside to Y.O., niggaz die daily [Chorus] [Styles P] I'm hard and the problem like algebra Only use the gun if it's a high enough caliber You ain't a (Dodge) car then you ain't no (Challenger) Play wit'cha life nigga but you ain't no gambler Die any day of the week, go get a calendar Harder than Russian roulette, nigga fuck a Gilette I take a gun and put a (Buck) to your neck or +50+ to your grill, bring the blicky to the hill These young niggaz is buggin, tipsy off the pills I bring the fire like a motherfuckin Bic lighter Paper shredder eraser to any sick writer Ghost is Apocalypse, holdin your esophagus Runnin through the shit like a motherfuckin rhinoceros Nasty like a hippo is, show you what a sicko is Barrel to your girl clit, bitch is you ticklish? You gon' fuck around and get, burned like syphilis [Chorus]

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