Mia X - Ain't 2 Be Played Wit lyrics

[1: Mia X] What, what, what, what, what, what, what Huh n***a, huh n***a what, huh n***a what what what what Huh n***a what, what huh n***a what [Verse 1] The crime started off, bloody It's about pistol whippins and kickins Mama dishin' and blitzin' (Mama Mia) Cause you hoes gon' listen Taught to issue the pain And distribute some c**aine Can you f** man, nah nah I'm known for loosen' brains b**h you think that I'm playin' Go to war by myself, grab that gat off the shelf Gon' say goodbye to your health Got h**n in the mail but bet my dollars don't fumble Stackin' tall like Mutombo, cause a b**h moving bundles, rumble It ain't no thang b**h I'm straight off the tank n***as second in motion, I'm a fool with that shank No, I ain't 2 be trusted When I sneak I'm straight bustin' ya mouth And ya nose and your eyes gon' close, swole My kid sister Sherry puttin' big holes, in ya Po-po's trying to find the next n***a ya kin to Red dot center, bullets enter ya playa haters My lace tip split ya f**in' decision maker Think you can take the biggest mama, bring the drama, go on But make it known, official it's on [Chorus] I ain't to be played wit', so f** around and see what ya get Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split I'm running, humping your sh** now rock-a-bye you look tired So don't fight it baby close your eyes I ain't to be played wit', so f** around and see what ya get Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split I'm running, humping your sh** now rock-a-bye you look tired So don't fight it baby close your eyes [Verse 2] When I hoo-ride (Tank Dogs) I only ride T-R-U n***as out that booty or mister Corey Jalooty Shoot now, f** the convo n***a ain't no stoppin' When it's on we poppin', street sweeper straight knockin' What, what c**aine and trains leavin' n***as in gutters Bringing pain to loved ones, burning up motherf**ers Plus if ya touch one of mine this is how it's gonna be I'm choppin' down your whole family tree Forget me not, it's too hot Up in that south, b**h you know how dirty Better act in a hurry or I'ma load it with thirty Dirty, serve me n***a by the pounds and kilos And watch the gumbo pot, we breed the fattest rocks Bag em' after the chop, push em' out the back door Have the prepiest hoes runnin' buku dough Yet the game is cold, raw dog to the bone Gotta love Jones, for whackin' chrome upside n***as domes If it's on then it's on ain't no need to delay it Bout it bout it motherf**ers no I ain't to be played wit' [Chorus x2] [1: Mia X to fade]