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don't play with a gun - street military lyrics

[verse 1: icey hott]
i was creeping through the cuts where the n-ggas no good
if they ain’t slanging by the store, it’s out our house in the neighborhood
n-ggas looking at me like i’m the undercover cop
they duck around the corner; all they dopefiends get shortstopped
shots rang out. now what was i to do?
i thought i was bleeding when a bullet busted up my brew
i was high on that fry driving reckless and confused
because i’m dazed, a dopefiend shooting that 22
mama used to say, “don’t play with a gun”
it’s my time to bust a cap. now he’s a paranoid n-gga on the run
he’s ducking through the hood because he shouldn’t have pulled that bluff
will i be the next n-gga screaming, “get me out these handcuffs?”
[?] running and he’s walking from the sto’
catch him slipping, pistolwhip him in front of his do’
his n-ggas tried to help, but they was moving too d-mn slow
just like him, they ain’t nothing but fake–ss n-ggas, hoes

[hook: pharoah (k.b. da kidnappa)]
mama used to say don’t play with a gun
(you’re much too young)
don’t play with a gun
don’t play with a gun
(you’re much too young)
don’t play with a gun
mama used to say don’t play with a gun
(you’re much too young)
don’t play with a gun
{yeah, n-gga, i got something for your -ss}

[verse 2: lil’ flea (k.b. da kidnappa)]
fool, one night in a club
n-ggas tryna really recognize who we was
but we so low-pro he didn’t even know we seen him
walking off slow with his other homies, scheming
(n-ggas giving eye contact, but i don’t pay it no mind)
(cause just as soon as a fool flex, appears a chrome nine)
(mama used to say, “don’t play with a gun”)
(if i pull it, i’ma use it like i’m number one)
cause i got a glock in my belt, just above my waist
took it out, took a c-ck, put the slug in place
didn’t even wanna slip with my gun on safe
cause i never ever trusted a [?]’s face
(a n-gga tried to pull a gun on me)
(i ain’t friendly. mama used to say, “don’t play with a gun,” though)
(what is the matter with them fools?)
n-gga i don’t know. but if they wanna check, we gon l!ck em like joe

[hook: pharoah (k.b. da kidnappa)]: (x2)
mama used to say don’t play with a gun
(you’re much too young)
don’t play with a gun
don’t play with a gun
(you’re much too young)
don’t play with a gun

[bridge: pharoah] (x4)
survive. survive. only the strong will survive

[verse 3: lil’ flea (k.b. da kidnappa)]
so we watch him walk the slope in they every step
just when they think it’s a game, they done played they self
(now i don’t know why every fool wanna play with a gun on somebody)
(i don’t wanna k!ll n0body. my mind and clique like john gotti)
(yo, i tried to be calm. but everywhere i go, it’s like vietnam)
(i’m the original suspect, number one)
(and now, i’m looking for the fool who pulled the gun)
and there they go. they coming out the restrooms
i feel like giving them punks a couple of chest wounds
i can’t relax. i’m watching my back
but at the same time, i have to [?] kidnappa [?] busting a cap
(i seen em showing off with the gun one more time)
(sometimes, it amaze me how i wanna use my nine)
(i’mm finna get em, and make it good)
(but the cops got to em before i could)

[verse 3: pharoah]
survival is a world where everybody’s jacking
survival is a crazy world where everybody’s packing
n-ggas twelve years old robbing hoes in the streets
and running right back on to mom, and mama think her child so sweet
the law is the enemy in this land of gun smoke
crackheads, too many be doing anything for that dope
k!llers be peeling nothing but caps and launching lead
busting at laws, making em fall and stomping feds (oh yeah)
true to the survival game, nothing fake about em
but wannabe–ss gangstas, every neighborhood got em
ain’t gon hurt nothing and ain’t never seen nothing bleed
sporting them blunt caps, don’t need much touch we
and then they find themself too far gone and can’t turn back
cause they done played the role and gots to continue to act
every day pulling they pistol till somebody sneak up from the back and blow they brains out
listen to mama, and don’t go out like that

[hook: pharoah]
mama used to say don’t play with a gun
(you’re much too young)
don’t play with a gun
don’t play with a gun
(you’re much too young)
don’t play with a gun
mama used to say don’t play with a gun
(you’re much too young)
don’t play with a gun
{i got something for your -ss}
mama used to say don’t play with a gun
(you’re much too young)
don’t play with a gun
mama used to say don’t play with a gun
(you’re much too young)
don’t play with a gun

- street military lyrics

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