Bizzy Bone - We Play lyrics

[Bizzy Bone-Intro] Yall aint ready foe this sh**. Yall know what it is...haha (Please believe it) Yeah you know what it is n***a, f** these n***as who do not believe, in what tha f** tha 7th sign will do. You muthafukkas. I need money, you muthafukkas. Put it on me muthafukka. Put it on me. This how we play muthafukkas. Comin to get you n***as (7th sign mastermind in full effect...yeah. All you s**as can eat a dick. All you playa hatas, yall outta stop that sh**, f**in' around and take yo b**h...hahaha. 7th sign n***a. DOA n***a/ Capo Confucius, Lil Rasuu, Jule Syon, Precious, Baby Seal, Nina Ross. Liealoha, and my sister big Heather) [Bizzy Bone-Chorus] This how we play (Yeh) this how we play (Yeh..) Thats how we play... [Bizzy Bone] Gimmie an ounce for $350/ n***a need a quick divorce/ My n***as keep telling me what they keep sayin about B in the Source (Source)/ But I don't read magazines (Zines...)/ n***a that's just irratation (Tations)/ Bizzy reads the type of books to further along his education (Cation)/ Little do they neva pow-pow-pow what/ Little do they neva pow- who-who?/ Little do they neva pow me-me/ Get these and tell about you-you/ (You)/ Aint no time to be trippin on women/ Cause women will have you get caught up n' shot/ Lil n***as them b**hes is yours/ So clap on tha rubber or beat up tha co*k/ Lil n***as yall so horny (Horny)/ Only got yo car for broads (Broads)/ How could I be hatin'/ When yall are tha fakest n***as I've eva saw (Saw)/ Yall rollin' with snitches, I don't know no snitches (Snitches)/ I roll with real n***as, till they fall off/ God pick 'em up foe they loose they britches (Ahaha)/ And I feel my children love me/ Daddy gotsta do more betta (Betta)/ By the time we makin money (Money)/ And spending my time with 'em/ With 'em, with 'em, stuck up in tha middle/ Play me like fiddle, filthy like everyday/ Don't be fickle mauhfukkas... [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] Would it be betta if we could just choose the future/ Blood mixed up call me fuchsia/ Thug picked up by the people/ No Ruthless, no medusa/ See I got jacked in Beverly Hills/ Still I keeps it real/ Very selective, wanna just smoke n' chill/ See I'm a veteran/ All the grenade launchers, wont cost me much (Much)/ Anyone could get extorts (Extorts)/ Yeah n***a you can be touched (Be touched)/ I did all my dirt in tha burbs (In the burbs)/ I was ridin' around/ With my sisters babies father/ Double barrel shot-gun say word/ Ready or not here come my words/ Steady or not, that sh**s absurd/ Already got, me all perturbed/ Cop on tha block, gettin' on my nerves/ This is tha lifestyle of that brick sellin' been falsified/ n***as don't let 'em lie to yall, I'ma tell tha truth on mine/ And I really want no more/ Catch yo a** security wires/ Open the door, these rappers is scared as hell/ What you frontin' for?/ He got his entourage, and he got his bag of weed/ Is this the way it is, Little Bizzy takes tha lead... [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] Whateva, whateva, we gotta get chedda/ I'm betta with money/ Been runnin' around, with a gun in his skully/ And one on my buddys now dippin' tha swisha/ And then again hmm../ Nobody's tha best, and ya betta believe it, then leave it alone (Lone)/ I'ma tell yall, all my secrets/ Son of a mistress, carry on (On) outta tha foster home, been raised outta my freaky ways (Ways)/ Burn my collection of p**n/ But I don't wont no straits (Straits)/ What about church folks, stressin' that I should change (Change)/ Live ya life, I'ma live my life, without the lies and let me pray for change/ Now keep tha pimp cup/ I don't wanna blow tha pimps up/ Cause my fathers, father was pimpin'/ And he left all of his children checkin/ I don't have to respect it/ And you don't have to respect it/ Gimmie my space, and I'ma give you yours/ It's my profession n***a (n***a)/ It ain't a game, yall can pop tha collar (Uhh)/ It'll be some drama in tha parkin lot/ 7th sign poppin' ya column/ One foe tha money holla (Holla)/ Two for tha D-playas/ Its tha way we play n' police n***a yall can swallow... [Chorus]