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B.G.

Play'n It Raw

 

Play'n It Raw

(Album: Chopper City In The Ghetto - 1999)


[Talking B.G.]
I don't play
Shit real nigga
This cut throat gotta play it raw

[Verse 1: Turk]
Getting killed ain't no thang in the N.O.
Some people live some people get smoked
Life trap get crossed up by them dog hos
Like shit get assed out over dog hos
Really tho'
Bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get hit even little kids
Niggas be looking like they at a shooting range
Don't give a fuck who they hitting they just do they thang
Bullets be close them like birds in a flock
Hit yo block
With camouflage nigga gone get got
A hundred shots flipping you can't get away
Getting chopped losing they life by the A.K.
Everyday niggas at war niggas dying
Thats yo ass if you don't have it on yo waste line
Kickin'in doors playing by no rules rilla (guerilla)
Like B.G. whatever you do its all on you rilla

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
It musta been meant for me ta be rich
If only my dead niggas could have lived to see this
I appreciate what the lord gave to me
But I don't appreciate is how these niggas be hating me
What is it? is it the car? is it the jewels?
Is it the shoes
Or do you want to see what a nigga gone do
I know a nigga plotting up ta jack me
Or nab me
Thats why when I ride on my lap be
The strap piece
Don't try ta jam one tha oneway dawg
Look cuz you ain't getting away without no gunplay faw
You gone be in a hospital a.k.a. we never close
In a morge with a tag on yo toes
Believe this fuck with me I ain't gone let it go
I'm a preach this up until the moment I'm no mo' (more)
I follow my first rhyme cuz at no second chance of life
These lil niggas out cha busting heads for stripes
Bullshit I ain't for it so get cha business
I'm a hurt one of you bitches
Let the lord be my witness

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
What yall don't know
Lil' Wayne the nigga from Holly Grove
Quick ta strap up and ride play the blunt and lets go (what)
What yall niggas thank Wayne ain't bad
Lil' baby boy thugging tote a K full sag
I be up in all black behind the ski mask
Outside ya complex ducking waiting ta blast
I'll kick yo ass if too many questions
And I'll catch a nigga cut with two S.Ks.
Yall fake like two large silicon breasts
What you forgot head busts leave bloody messes
I leave dreadlocks in ya tennis
Duck, boys better lay it down when I'm spitting
Put it like this in the primetime of the night you can try ta come in
But cha can't go and split it ha ha [laughing] get it
Better watch the names ya mentioning through ya mouth
Better rearrange ya sentences
Yall niggas want beef look and what
Me and Lil' Tolie in the projects letting tha K's bust
So what ya scared now ha punk flee tha street
Beat cha meat
Do sumin get from 'round me
Lil shy you really thank its a game bruh
Let me show ya when them hotboys play tha game raw (what)

[Verse 4: B.G.]
Ya got some ki's I come ta duct tape ya and rope ya
Stay low
My chopper gone let loose and super soak ya fa sho
I gets low down and dirty for my cheese
Ya know B.G. roll with 'bout it H.Bs.
We strapped
Get flipped up around and get kidnapped
Where its at
Don't bring me to a bukah you'll get capped
Its like that I wan't mine just like you want yurn
I gotta get my shine on cuz I feel like its my turn
Fuck a bitch
My money is way more important I'm behind tha tints
On a mission trying ta get it
And I won't stop 'til I got it all in one pile
The got a hit over a nigga head for fifteen thou
I'm going out
To tha house
Where he lay at
I'm going prowl around the club where he play at
I'm a get with him
Split him
Put his heart in a jar
Go get his bitch from the bar
Collect my money from the boss
I play it raw nigga

[Chorus Lil' Wayne]
Hot Boyz play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boyz play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boyz play tha game raw nigga
Ya slip up when ya thank its a game

Cuz them
Cuz them Hot Boyz niggaz
They they play tha game raw nigga
What what
Huh huh
What
play it raw nigga
its cut throat
Hot Boyz play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boyz play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boyz play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boyz play tha game raw nigga
Don't slip up play tha game raw nigga
Get flipped up play tha game raw nigga
Set split up play tha game raw nigga
What Hot Boyz play tha game raw nigga
What
What
Ha what
What what
What what

[Talking:]
Thats how it is uh huh
Its real what
Play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boyz play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boyz play tha game raw nigga
fa sho fa sho
Don't slip up
Get yo truck flipped up
fa sheezy cuz the....

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