N.o.r.e. - Play That sh** (We Don't Play That) lyrics

[Lil' Wayne] They call me the youngest headbuster walkin' Thugged out in all black, calicole sparklin' A guerilla till I die bless me when I'm dead But for the bread I bring ya anybody head That's how I play it I don't hold back I tote gats be on the spot were ya sold crack n***a feel played then ya f**in get blown back I burn 'em twice with a black rusty old mac Now BLOCKA n***a get off me [Juvenile] Get some off that co*ky weed and roll that b**h up Won't play with me like I'mma choke that b**h up Keep it on the turf I might be k**in' to get mine New prints on the back I make a million in big time I'll always be a thug until I'm crippled and crazy I'mma always stay close with Suga Slim, Wayne and Baby Runnin' with a team off cut-throats and backshots All day bullsh**tin neglagince and homicides [Hook: Noreaga] Cash Money n***as they don't play that sh** Thugged Out n***as we don't play that sh** [Noreaga] Thugged Out, Cash Money ha B.G., Juvenile ain't funny ha We try to, get that paper like Bugs Bunny ha Yo we in the projects with my little honey ha Yo what up Kiko it gets real check it We got's this chicks to slauve that right out of Kansas Heyyo these countless b**hes We used to f** 'em on campus You my roley ha ha I'm your roley ha ha f** with us we leave you n***a f**in' holy ha Semi-Latin cruise down to Baton Rouge Then I got a Hummer that's sittin on 32's But for the hood we got the eastcoast locked Magnolia and Iraq now that's my spots Come anywhere near there and still be shot Prat n***as shot n***as shot n***as shot n***as Shot shot [Chorus] [Musalini] From N-Y to N-O Thugged Out and Cash Money I'm a thug B how you gonna stop hungry We eatin' pop bubbley in beef we pop dummies Run up in hood honey's it's all good sonney Throw your sets up n***a Throw your side up n***a Ride or die young n***a Get high young n***a Stay fly young n***a Do what you gotta survive young n***a [Maze ] Live we fly down in New Orleans Get it purpulatin You smell me keep that fire green circulating Thugged Out with Cash Money Thugs we stash your arms Weeds get blazed from your face till feet With us all we stay deep got beef we're surroundin My n***as co*k back Macs from here to some 'the houses Get rocked or get it on if you bout it Cause boy you're in the zone You take routes quick like Roy Jones [Chorus] Play that sh**, play that sh**, play that sh**