Bizzy Bone - How We Play lyrics

-Intro- Ya'll ain't ready for this sh**. Ya'll know what it is. Ha ha (Please believe it) Yeah you know what it is n***a. f** these n***as who do not believe, in what the f** the 7th Sign will do. You motherf**ers. I need money, you motherf**ers. Put it on me motherf**er. Put it on me. This how we play motherf**ers. Comin' to get you n***as (7th Sign mastermind in full effect yeah. All you s**ers can eat a dick. All you playa haters, ya'll outta stop that sh**, f**in' around and take yo b**hHa ha ha. 7th Sign n***a. DOA n***a. Capo Confucious, Lil Rasuu, Jule Syon, Precious, Baby Seal, Nina Ross. Liealoha, and my sister big Heather) -Chorus- This how we play (Yeh) This how we play (Yeh..) That's how we play... Bizzy Bone Gimme an ounce for 350, n***a need a quick divorce/ My n***as keep tellin' me what they keep sayin' about B in the Source/ But I don't read magazines, n***a that's just irratation/ Bizzy reads the type of books to further along his education/ Little do they know about what-what-what/ Little do they know about who-who-who/ Little do they know about me-me-me/ Get these and tell about you-you-you/ Ain't no time to be trippin' on women cause women will have you get caught up and shot/ Lil' n***as them b**hes is yours so slap on tha rubber or beat up the co*k/ Lil' n***as ya'll so horny/ Only got yo' car for broads/ How could I be hatin' when ya'll are the fakest n***as I've ever saw/ Ya'll rollin' with snitches, I don't know no snitches/ I roll with real n***as till they fall off, God pick 'em up for they loose they britches/ And I feel my children love me, Daddy gotsta do mo' better/ By the time we makin' money and spendin' my time with 'em, with 'em, with 'em, stuck up in the middle/ Play me like fiddle, filthy like everyday, don't be fickle motherf**ers -Chorus- Bizzy Bone Would it be better 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 and chill/ See I'm a veteran, all the grenade launchers wont cost me much/ Anyone could get extorts/ Yeah n***a, you can be touched/ I did all my dirt 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 the lifestyle of that brick sellin' been falsified/ n***as don't let 'em lie to yall, I'm a tell the 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 the lead -Chorus- Bizzy Bone Whateva, whateva, we gotta get cheddar; I'm better with money/ Been runnin' around, with a gun and a skully/ And one on my buddy's now dippin' tha swisha/ And then again hmm../ Nobody's the best, and ya betta believe it, then leave it alone, lone/ I'm a tell ya'll, all my secrets/ Son of a mistress, carry on outta tha foster home, been raised outta my freaky ways/ Burn my collection of p**n, but I don't won't no straights/ What about church folks stressin' that I should change/ Live ya life, I'm a live my life without the lies and let me pray for change/ Now keep the pimp cup, I don't wanna blow the pimps up/ Cause my father's father was pimpin' and he left all of his children checkin' (f**er!) I don't have to respect it and you don't have to respect it/ Gimmie my space, and I'm a give you yours/ It's my profession, n***a (n***a!) It ain't a game, yall can pop tha collar, uh/ It'll be some drama in tha parkin lot/ 7th sign poppin' ya column/ One for the money, hollar/ Two for the D, playas/ It's the way we play and police n***a ya'll can swallow -Chorus-