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Play Around Lyrics - Singles - Lil' Cease

B.I.G 

Lil Cease 

 

Sipping Hansun 

Got dough like the Hansons 

Bitches come fast and out like Helly Hansen 

Mister Bristal you will neva catch me dancing 

Off the prancing 

Only in a mansion 

In a party high and drunk 

I see you glancing 

Never blow my cool even if its jammin 

Is the bitch is a feed I got a cannon 

Cock, Lick shots, Leave them where they standing 

You can call the cops I never get ran in 

Call Blake C. yall get the understanding 

Who my man is, who the fam is 

All that bullshit you talk, can it 

We own the planet 

Its a definite 

Niggas go for money reppin it 

Armagedding it 

Everything we on we setting it 

You delicate 

Farr away in the country where you better get 

Y'all need to get with some veterans 

 

You don't wanna play around 

You don't wanna play around 

You don't wanna play around with me 

No more .I'll kill you 

You don't wanna play around 

You don't wanna play around 

You don't wanna play around with me 

No more .I'll kill you 

 

Yo Yo Yo 

Niggas wanna start shit 

Push the button 

See the dough flip from the carpet 

Me and Brist about to lock down the market 

Gats they spark it 

Lie to 

Got crips and bloods that pop bottles 

B.Rock I'm a die for you 

Til this day I'm a ride for you 

God forbid I die too 

When you pull that gack 

I'll be right besides you 

To guide you 

On who to hit and not to 

If a niggas guilty he got to die to 

Thats the reala 

They talking to the roach killa 

The most illa 

About to upset New York like Reggie Miller 

Plus they say you turn thug you turn killa 

Its hard to turn back when a nigga feel ya 

That's why they say don't nobody know you til sombody kill ya 

That's why I say stay back, don't get to familiar 

Cause if you get to close my niggas might fucking kill ya 

 

You don't wanna play around 

You don't wanna play around 

Another 

You don't wanna play around with me 

Da queen b 

No more I'll kill you 

The extraodinaire 

You don't wanna play around 

Lil Cease 

You don't wanna play around 

Coming at ya for the year 2000, the new millenium 

You don't wanna play around with me 

Uh 

No more I'll kill you 

Uh 

 

Fuck all yall hoes I blows like suits 

Bitches don't shake my hand 

They salute, the leutinent 

Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal heiness pocanhantas mafia behind this 

Balling like Utah 

Didn't think a ghetto bitch could come this far 

From pushing buicks to candle apple red jaguars 

Niggas think I'm rich 

I could rock a fubu suit a furry kangol and some cowboy boots 

And still be the shit of the night 

When I come through 

You be on the side holding your cups like the bums do 

Waiting 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 this shit 

So I got to make a profit 

And all the ends I sends to my mens down in Scarfett 

Me and Lil Cease in partuni partners 

Laying niggas down like carpenters 

So pardon us 

Like Nikes, we just do it 

We aint ameteurs to this shit 

We used to it 

And all the bodies I killed 

I keep them on file 

So when there anniversaries come 

We pop Cristal 

Ask Chrystal, the golden child Tow dow 

Take it how I give it 

You talk shit 

We live it 

Don't forget it 

 

Stop trying to sound like her too 

 

You don't wanna play around 

You don't wanna play around 

You don't wanna play around with me 

No more .I'll kill you 

You don't wanna play around 

You don't wanna play around 

You don't wanna play around with me 

No more .I'll kill you 

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