Harve 'Joe Hooker' Pierre - Play Around lyrics

[Intro: Puff Daddy] As we proceed To give you what you need B.I.G., mutha f**a's Lil' Cease, mutha f**a's [Verse 1: Bristal] Yo, handsome Hansun Got dough like the Hanson's n***as come fast, went out like Helly Hanson Mr. Bristal, you will never catch me dancin' Often prancing, only in a mansion In the party, I'm high and drunk, I see you glancin' Never blow my cool, even if it's jammin' If sh** hit the fan then I got the cannon co*k, lick-shots, leave 'em where they standin' You can call the cops, I never get ran in Call Blake C., ya'll get the understanding Who my man is, who the fam' is All that bullsh** you talk? Can it, we own the planet It's a definite, n***as over money, reppin' it Armageddon it, destroy e'rything when we settin' it You delicate, far away in the country where you better get Assets in, n***a Ya'll need to get wit' some veterans [Chorus: Joe Hooker] You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around with me No more, I'll k** you You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around with me No more, I'll k** you [Verse 2: Lil' Cease] Yo, yo, yo n***as wanna start sh**, push the bu*ton See the dough flip from the carpet Me and Bris' about to lock down the market Gats be sparkin', they lie too Not Crips and Bloods, it's Piru B-Roc I'mma die for you Till this day, I'mma ride for you And God forbid, gotta die too When you pull that gat, I'll be right beside you To guide you, on who to hit and not to If a n***a guilty, got to die too That's the real-la, you're talkin' to the roach k**er For more scrilla About to upset New York like Reggie Miller Once they say you turn thug, you turn k**er Man, it's hard to turn back when a n***a feel ya That's why they tell ya you're nobody 'til somebody k** ya That's why until ya play it back, don't get too familiar Cause if you get too close, my n***a's might f**in' k**a ya n***a [Chorus] [Chorus Ad-Libs: Lil' Kim] Another one The Queen Bee, extraordinaire Lil' Cease, commin' at'cha For the year 2000 and the new millennium, Uh [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] f** all you hoes, I blows like flutes b**hes don't shake my hand, they salute the lieutenant Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal highness Pocohontas, Mafia's behind us, ballin' like Utah Didn't think a ghetto b**h could come this far From pushin' Buicks to candy apple red Jaguars b**h think I'm rich, I could rock a Fubu suit A furry Kangol with some cowboy boots And still be the sh** of the night When I come through You be on the side holdin' ya cups like the bums do Waitin' for the Queen to put some change in it I pull out a 'G' and drop it with a hundred grand left in my pocket I promoted this sh**, so I got's to make a profit And all the ends are sins to my men's, down at Spofford Me and Lil' Cease, it's part two, me partners Layin' n***as down like carpenters So pardon us, like Nike's, we just do it We ain't amateurs to this sh**, we used to it And all the bodies I k**ed, keep 'em on file So when they anniversaries come, we pop Cristal Ask Bristal, the Golden Child, ta-dow Take it how I gives it, you talk it, you live it And don't forget it, b**hes [Puff Daddy] Stop tryin' to sound like her too, b**hes [Chorus] [Chorus Ad-Libs: Lil' Kim] Ya'll muthaf**a's do not wanna play with us Ya'll don't wanna play with us We will f**in' k** you Set the f**a's right I'll f**in' k** you I don't give a f** who it is You don't wanna play around