We Play by Bizzy Bone
We Play lyrics
[Bizzy Bone-Intro]
Yall aint ready foe this shit. Yall know what it is�haha (Please believe it) Yeah you know what it is nigga, fuck these niggas who do not believe, in
what tha fuck tha 7th sign will do. You muthafukkas. I need money, you muthafukkas. Put it on me muthafukka. Put it on me. This how we play muthafukkas.
Comin to get you niggas (7th sign mastermind in full effect�yeah. All you suckas can eat a dick. All you playa hatas, yall outta stop that shit, fuckin�
around and take yo bitch�hahaha. 7th sign nigga. DOA nigga/ Capo Confucius, Lil Rasuu, Jule Syon, Precious, Baby Seal, Nina Ross. Liealoha, and my sister
big Heather)
[Bizzy Bone-Chorus]
This how we play (Yeh) this how we play (Yeh..)
Thats how we play...
[Bizzy Bone]
Gimmie an ounce for $350/ Nigga need a quick divorce/ My niggas keep telling me what they keep sayin about B in the Source (Source)/ But I don�t read
magazines (Zines...)/ Nigga that�s just irratation (Tations)/ Bizzy reads the type of books to further along his education (Cation)/ Little do they neva
pow-pow-pow what/ Little do they neva pow- who-who?/ Little do they neva pow me-me/ Get these and tell about you-you/ (You)/ Aint no time to be trippin on
women/ Cause women will have you get caught up n� shot/ Lil niggas them bitches is yours/ So clap on tha rubber or beat up tha cock/ Lil niggas yall so
horny (Horny)/ Only got yo car for broads (Broads)/ How could I be hatin�/ When yall are tha fakest niggas I've eva saw (Saw)/ Yall rollin� with snitches,
I don�t know no snitches (Snitches)/ I roll with real niggas, till they fall off/ God pick �em up foe they loose they britches (Ahaha)/ And I feel my
children love me/ Daddy gotsta do more betta (Betta)/ By the time we makin money (Money)/ And spending my time with �em/ With �em, with �em, stuck up in
tha middle/ Play me like fiddle, filthy like everyday/ Don�t be fickle mauhfukkas�
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Would it be betta if we could just choose the future/ Blood mixed up call me fuchsia/ Thug picked up by the people/ No Ruthless, no medusa/ See I got
jacked in Beverly Hills/ Still I keeps it real/ Very selective, wanna just smoke n� chill/ See I�m a veteran/ All the grenade launchers, wont cost me much
(Much)/ Anyone could get extorts (Extorts)/ Yeah nigga you can be touched (Be touched)/ I did all my dirt in tha burbs (In the burbs)/ I was ridin�
around/ With my sisters babies father/ Double barrel shot-gun say word/ Ready or not here come my words/ Steady or not, that shits absurd/ Already got, me
all perturbed/ Cop on tha block, gettin� on my nerves/ This is tha lifestyle of that brick sellin� been falsified/ Niggas don�t let �em lie to yall, I�ma
tell tha truth on mine/ And I really want no more/ Catch yo ass security wires/ Open the door, these rappers is scared as hell/ What you frontin� for?/ He
got his entourage, and he got his bag of weed/ Is this the way it is, Little Bizzy takes tha lead�
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Whateva, whateva, we gotta get chedda/ I�m betta with money/ Been runnin� around, with a gun in his skully/ And one on my buddys now dippin� tha swisha/
And then again hmm../ Nobody�s tha best, and ya betta believe it, then leave it alone (Lone)/ I�ma tell yall, all my secrets/ Son of a mistress, carry on
(On) outta tha foster home, been raised outta my freaky ways (Ways)/ Burn my collection of porn/ But I don�t wont no straits (Straits)/ What about church
folks, stressin� that I should change (Change)/ Live ya life, I�ma live my life, without the lies and let me pray for change/ Now keep tha pimp cup/ I
don�t wanna blow tha pimps up/ Cause my fathers, father was pimpin�/ And he left all of his children checkin/ I don�t have to respect it/ And you don�t
have to respect it/ Gimmie my space, and I�ma give you yours/ It�s my profession nigga (Nigga)/ It ain't a game, yall can pop tha collar (Uhh)/ It�ll be
some drama in tha parkin lot/ 7th sign poppin� ya column/ One foe tha money holla (Holla)/ Two for tha D-playas/ Its tha way we play n� police nigga yall
can swallow�
[Chorus]
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