Bun B - Don't play with me lyrics

(screwed up) They talkin big baby They they talkin big baby They talkin big baby They they talkin big baby Chorus: They ont wanna play They ont wanna play They ont they ont they ont wanna play They ont wanna play they talkin big baby They ont wanna play They ont wanna play They ont wanna u can get the f** up out of trill n***as way Verse 1: Say u a k**a k**a Say u bout that skrilla skrilla Watch out wen them bullets spray (braaaaaaaaaaaaaaat) Jus might get fill up fill up Mr. Potatoe Head U gone make me k** this n***a U claimin yo flow is sick? Yea well mine is illa illa Catch me in that dirty dirty Feed up in that villa villa So live im the 05 thrilla in manilla Come thru with the triple village Straight from the bottom to the top of the buildin n***a im about my bread!!!! My flow is yo ceilin ceilin n***a pop off Finna get popped my word is booooorn Wanna shoot the head up Meet me in the ring lets go its ooooon Ain't affraid wut u n***as got to offa Got k**as in the mit that'll off ya Yawl n***as ain't on the same level Pull up pull off in the vocsha One day in my life it el cost ya Look away look back i lost ya I ain't a k**a main But i will thats word on my son and my up boan daughter You meet me by the creek by the crawler Im the on sippin weight cruch the balla You n***as is hustlin backwards (they talkin big baby) Chorus: Verse 2: I tried to told em not to act up But he didn't listen Now his colla bone and rib cage Out of position Ima big dude Trapped in a lil n***a body n***a I ont know karate but ill body ya whole party He ain't see sh** all he seen is a shottie Next he seen jesus Pick up the putisis Im the sh** mattafact in shiesest Dont make me show u wut a beast is n***a get on ya grind stoop ya Slackin on ya day to day U know wut time it is and i ain't flava flave But ima new york n***a spittin razor blades Ill leave u hurt like u label paid U was tough last wee but u soundin real gay today So get the f** up out of trill n***as way Man i will lean u like a kick stand Rock u like a wristband Cut chu then i switch hands (they they talkin big baby) Chorus: Verse 3: Now all u p**y n***as f** boys snitches and hoes Make way for the trill slammin cadillac does Represent for pop trunkers Wit the trues and the voes Chunkin deuces out the roof f**in up the side shows From the pros to begginners L 7's to the winners Southern course steakas To the chicken dinnas And grind all the binnas And need to get it out Find a tight trap And then i said it out Bet cha bout them dolla On the best cause im back Im the true and certified who resieded pimpin back Fat joe is cood coke and the crack and the flesh Young jeezy the snow man But i pack is the best So wen u see the 8 and the A Put the hatin away Joey is back and we been waitin to play Trigga finga waitin to spray Leavin ya punchured And u ont wanna see any trill n***as at a conjuction (they talkin big baby) Chorus: