Chris Ward - Don't Play lyrics

Spoken: I don't play, make way AK, Sensei Pimping ain't a thang, so I swang on these youngsters I bang on these heffers, and make these hoes swim The b**h can't swim, she's bound to drown A crock might lock on, and spin her round and round Thirteen can't find me, I drowned the hounds Put the weed in the commode, and drown the pounds Fo' hundred rounds, two two-hundred clips Whoever my target is, gon do two hundred flips My 15's bang, like two hundred Crips On your block, sounding like two hundred whips My pockets swoll, like they done two hundred dips And I don't use money clips, just plastic bags These n***az jumping fly, but they crashing fast Don't make me tell my set snipers, to blast the Mags I'm a toe tagger, move 'fore that a** get dagged Pistol whipped, stomped and whipped I don't play I don't play, one deep I'll rock your block Make way, it's the cat that they got to stop AK, that's for cats that don't like to box Sensei, I'm a crock bull I got's to lock I don't play, one deep I'll rock your block Make way, it's the cat that they got to stop AK, that's for cats that don't like to box Sensei, I'm a crock bull I got's to lock Hard times and pain, got a n***a mind locked I'm frustrated, about to pull that iron out I'm trying not, to lose my cool But I'ma grind it out, I refuse to lose And I'm a hog dog, and do what I do You better watch out, 'fore I do it to you Cause when I come through, your do' on the lake It's feather weight, letting off eight in your chest plate Might choke your scwol, till the tramp suffocate Then C4 the place, cause that'll close the case I rock glocks, I don't f** with beepers I pull boulders out my sneakers, and feed deakers I rap now n***a, I bleed speakers Majors trying to peep us, FED's trying to keep us Treat us how you meet us, real know real Take it how it come, n***a move up the field I don't play, one deep I'll rock your block Make way, it's the cat that they got to stop AK, that's for cats that don't like to box Sensei, I'm a crock bull I got's to lock I don't play, one deep I'll rock your block Make way, it's the cat that they got to stop AK, that's for cats that don't like to box Sensei, I'm a crock bull I got's to lock M.O.B. me, I'm the Boss of the click I'm in the kitchen tossing a brick, my ounces are thick All I need is pyrex gaws, to fork all with I'm throwing hard to the block, like Bret Favre or Vick I got a mean gauge game, my Revolver sick It keep throwing up bullets, my Revolver sick Don't involve your click, them n***az'll get it I run with a mobbish click, them n***az is with it n***az get hit, when I co*k my fo' back Franko chain and a fitted, when I rock my throwback I keep it gutter, ounces of yay like toast I keep it bu*ter, big ol' slab when I cut her I come from the street n***a, in a hard way Is how I eat n***az, so you know I might cheat n***az Light on my feet n***a, hands like pipes Break n***az off, and it's on on sight n***a I don't play, one deep I'll rock your block Make way, it's the cat that they got to stop AK, that's for cats that don't like to box Sensei, I'm a crock bull I got's to lock I don't play, one deep I'll rock your block Make way, it's the cat that they got to stop AK, that's for cats that don't like to box Sensei, I'm a crock bull I got's to lock I don't play, one deep I'll rock your block Make way, it's the cat that they got to stop AK, that's for cats that don't like to box Sensei, I'm a crock bull I got's to lock I don't play, one deep I'll rock your block Make way, it's the cat that they got to stop AK, that's for cats that don't like to box Sensei, I'm a crock bull I got's to lock Spoken: Make way n***a, straight up I'm coming at ya, I ain't stopping You know me, M.O.B. I don't play make way, AK Senei