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play around (video version) - lil' cease lyrics

[intro: puff daddy]
as we proceed
to give you what you need
b.i.g., m*th*f*ckas, right back at ’em
lil’ cease, m*th*f*ckas

[verse 1: mr. bristal]
yo, handsome hansun
got dough like the hansons
playas come fast, went out like h*lly hanson
mr. bristal, you will never catch me dancin’
often prancing, only in a mansion
in the party, i’m high and drunk, i see you glancin’
never blow my cool, even if it’s jammin’
if drama hit the fan, then i got the cannon
c*ck, l!ck*shots, leave ’em where they standin’
you can call the cops, i never get ran in
call blake c., y’all get the understanding
who my man is, who the fam’ is
all that nonsense you talk? can it, we own thе planet
it’s a definite, fam ovеr money, reppin’ it
armageddon it, destroy everything when we settin’ it
you delicate, far away in the country where you better get
hesitant man y’all need to get wit’ some veterans

[chorus: joe hooker]
you don’t wanna play around…
you don’t wanna play around…
you don’t wanna play around with me!
no, boy! i’ll crush you!
you don’t wanna play around…
you don’t wanna play around…
you don’t wanna play around with me!
no, boy! i’ll crush you!
[verse 2: lil’ cease]
yo, yo, yo
y’all wanna start sh*t? push the b*tton!
see the dough flip from the carpet
me and bris’ about to lock down the market
gats be sparkin’, they lie too
not crips and bloods, that’s piru
d*roc i’ma die for you
’til this day, i’ma ride for you
you die for b.i.g., i die too
when you pull that gat, i’ll be right beside you
to guide you, on who to hit and not to
if a cat snitch he got to die too, that’s the real*la
you’re talkin’ to the roach k!ller, for more scrilla
about to upset new york like reggie miller
once they say you turn thug, you turn k!ller
man, it’s hard to turn back when they start to feel ya
that’s why they tell ya you’re n0body ’til somebody k!ll ya
that’s why until ya play it back, don’t get too familiar
’cause if you get too close, my man might clap and k!ll ya for reala

[verse 3: lil’ kim]
screw all you broads, i blows like flutes
girls don’t shake my hand, they salute the lieutenant
rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal highness
pocahontas, mafia’s behind us, ballin’ like utah
didn’t think a ghetto star could come this far
from pushin’ buicks to candy apple red jaguars
please think i’m rich, i could rock a orthopedic shoe
a furry kangol with and a cowboy suit
and still be the pimp of the night
when i come through
you be on the side holdin’ ya cups like the bums do
waitin’ for the queen to put some change in it
i pull out a ‘g’ and drop it with a hundred grand left in my pocket
i promoted these hits, so i got’s to make a profit
and all the ends are sins to my men’s, down at spofford
me and lil’ cease, it’s part two, me partners
layin’ haters down like carpenters
so pardon us, like nike’s, we just do it
we ain’t amateurs to the game, we used to it
and all the bodies i k!lled, keep ’em on file
so when they anniversaries come, we pop cristal
ask bristal, the golden child, ta*dow!
take it how i gives it, you talk it, you live it
and don’t forget it, b*tches
[break: puff daddy]
stop tryin’ to sound like her too, b*tches, uh

- lil cease lyrics

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