Master P - Stop Playing Wit Me lyrics

HOOODY HOOOOO! Knuckle up n***a When we catch y'all.. WE GON' BUST Y'ALL AND Y'ALL DICKS UP ALL b*tch ASS ni**aZ b**hes STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me [repeat 6X] [Master P over repeated line from 3X on] Tear da club up n***a! [2X] Wha**up NOW?? HUH! Tear da club up n***a! [2X] Now y'all didn't know that I was a 3rd Ward psycho I grew up kinda crazy drink a fifth my uncle bought Ask Michael and at ten, I was a motherf**in fool And at the age of eleven, I was already - packin that tool Now y'all couldn't feel me, cause I was a k**er, at twelve And at thirteen, I ain't give a f**, if I died and went to hell See I'm vicious, f** it, nightlight's on And at fourteen, I hit a n***a, with that chrome Now y'all want mercy, but y'all b**hes, can't hurt me Cause I used to sell dope, with my daddy, big Percy And at sixteen I was headed straight to juve' for a hot f**in car, some dope, and a uzi And then at eighteen n***a I'm back on the streets Hooked up with my cousin Jimmy now I'm back on my feet I'm back to slangin rocks, rollin coke and pushin powder Thangs is goin good, bought moms a Caddy me an old school Impala Came nuttin fade me now I'm chillin with my lady, she bought to have a baby That's when sh** got shady, I mean it got crazy n***az rolled through and bust (HA?) we hit the dust They k**ed the old man but the b**hes missed us b**hes STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me [repeat 4X] Pick up the paper, couple of n***az, deceased (Man did you k** em P?) Who the f** are you -- the Feds or the police? I changed my f**in life and moved to Cali No mo' standin on the corner, no mo' slangin, in no alleys When you try to do right, that's when sh**, goes wrong I got a phone call sayin you gotta come home My little brother dead, and I'm back, on the streets And I'm cryin to myself, cause it shoulda, been me Now I gotta ride with the homies once again And I don't give a f**, if I go, to the pen (ya heard me??) b**hes STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me [repeat 4X] Now in the rap game, well it just like the dope game Cause n***az jack and k** for lyrics and beats like it's crack, or c**aine But thugs die screamin East and West That's why me and these soldiers pack pistols and wear bulletproof vests And to you rookies talkin sh**, and f**in wit No Limit Now y'all n***az can start, but we gon' ride and finish it b**hes STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me [repeat 4X] Y'all better stop playin with these motherf**in veterans rookies! (Tear the club up n***a! [2X] With some motherf**in hands on flats (Tear the club up n***a!) Stop playin wit me (Tear the club up n***a!) Stop playin wit me (Where the b**hes at? Where the n***az at?) Stop playin wit me (Where the b**hes at? Where the n***az at?) Y'all better stop playin wit me (Where the b**hes at? Where the n***az at?) (Where the b**hes at? Where the n***az at?) (Get em up n***a.. get em up n***a..) (Get em up n***a.. get em up n***a..) (n***a we a started this, and we a finish it) (n***a we a started this, and we a finish it) (n***a we a started this, and we a finish it..) (Don't make us enemy n***a)