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don't try to play me - i.m.p. (usa) lyrics

[verse 1]
step back m*th*f*cka, let a n*gga through
they f*ck around and get stomped by my whole crew
a young hyper m*th*f*cka raps some [?]
a n*gga used to ride by bustin caps g
just to feel [?]
back in the days when a n*gga rapped to his trunk
i tried to let it go for a black [?]
the money too fast, seem a crack game
suckers ’round the block, tryna talkin’ about none
tellin’ hoes i’m a poke it, how they [?] me
boom shakalaka shakes his brains up
i done bust him in his mouth , now it’s time to get them thangs up
spectators around, so i’m showin ’em
that in the ghetto young ho steady [?] ’em
but this n*gga’s unfortunate ’cause he [?] me
ran his mouth now i’ma whop his ass in thе streets
talkin’ hoes [?] got a n*gga [?] his opp
but in the streets they don’t quit till a n*gga drop
so thе hammers get [?] until i f*cked his knees
stand over the punk and then i watch him bleed
i know [?] worth this m*th*f*cka’s thinkin’ about
i [?] the clock to his brain, got a thicky mouth
got his blood on my f*cking cloth
but i bet you thinkin’ twice before you try to play me like a ho
[chorus]
(that’s how it is in the motherf*ckin’ streets)
don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out
(mothaf*cka check your nuts, and try to play a n*gga wick)
don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out
[verse 2]
gang sh*t jumpin’ out frisco (frisco)
too many brothers bangin’ and packing pistols
but me? i pack whatever i can get
.357, or a .9 with a double clip
’cause when you see me, my pants let you know i’m strapped
just hold the gauge layin’ around if i have to snap
c*ck the glock start poppin’ at a n*gga’s domes
hit the head, make sure the mothaf*cka’s gone
i can’t have n*ggas chasing me
or even catchin’ me slippin’ with the family and start wasting me
h*ll no, i ain’t comin’ up sh*t with g
i rather go out on a murder or a dope beat
a young gangsta mothaf*cka tryna come [?]
said y’all lackin’ i’ma express that bangin’ sh*t
i’m not sayin’ that it’s good but it’s like a trade
see, in the city, slangin’ gets a n*gga paid
oh your hustle may be a little jackable?
you’re jackin’ me, i f*ck around and straight jackin’ you
i used to gank back in the days, before bangin’ i used to rob with my 12 gauge
get a job, work hard, i’m so [?] to follow
give me a [?], plus a sack and a 8 bottle
i show you motherf*ckers how to roll
then i bet you thinkin’ twice before you try to play me like a ho
[chorus]
(that’s how it is in the motherf*ckin’ streets)
don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out
(mothaf*cka check your nuts, and try to play a n*gga wick)
don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out
[verse 3]
it’s been a long day, motherf*ckers ho [?] i really don’t give a f*ck
time to get my [?] off, p*ssies got to wait g
if sh*t kickin’ down, then get the f*ck away from me, i’m ’bout to get mad
the b*tch don’t get me phony, the only time i really need it when a n*gga’s feelin’ h*rny, uh
hookers have no money
i never seen a hoe rich [?]
then f*ck with a broke b*tch movin’ right along
back to the coke, see they call me baby, jesus wanna comes to the [?]
wanna try to get me, best believe i was ready for
[?] it off good then i [?] in with the .44, ’cause i won’t let
you or anybody, [?] stop me, [?]
comin’ for the drama and i’m taking no slack
when i [?], just don’t f*ck it off [?]
’cause i got this bangin’ ass n*gga named glock
in case i got a run you little marks off the block
f*ckin’ off my money straight get you n*ggas k!lled
(right, for my sh*t i never ran and never will)
so about time i let you suckers know, that that ass’ll come up show tryna play a n*gga like a ho
[outro]
(don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out)
(don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out)
(don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out)
(don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out)
(don’t try to play me out, don’t try to play me out)

- i m p usa lyrics

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