don’t play no games lyrics – c-murder

bra, why you talkin’ that sh*t, huh?
(what? you heard me)
take this sh*t to the streets right now (you heard me)
all that yappin’ and no action ain’t called for, you dig?
(for real)(what’s happenin’)

you don’t wanna f*ck with c (bad motherf*ckers)
you don’t wanna f*ck with me (just a bunch of bad motherf*ckers)
you don’t wanna go to war (bunch of bad motherf*ckers)


don’t play no games, cuz boy we be bout killin’
you ain’t got sh*t to die for you shouldn’t be livin’
get rid the f*ckin’ smirk ain’t a d*mn thing funny
all my n*gg*s know we live for weed and money
platinum and vogues on the walls of my company
cuz tru n*gg*s live life motherf*ckin’ g’s
presidents and playin’ in every resident
cuz pumpin’ no limit sh*t is essential
i make money off the words that i speak
i flip a c*ssette like i used to flip a quarter key
the rap game is like standin’ on a block
every tape i sell is like a motherf*ckin’ dime rock
give me the money so you can keep the b*tches
they don’t play no game c-murder bout his riches
the money talk and bullsh*t walks pay to get delt with
and haters get they *ss kicked

don’t play no games boy, we be bout killin’
just a bunch of bad motherf*ckers just a bunch of thug n*gg*s
don’t play no games boy, we be bout killin’
bunch of bad motherf*ckers just a bunch of thug n*gg*s


a whole bunch of bad motherf*ckers
ya we bad watch us i ain’t playin’ with your b*tch *ss
even if i smoke weed all day drankin’ on king cobra
my eyes red my head bad i still f*ck over ya
you know the name you know the game and the pain
b*tches still the same bigger bank higher rank
whatcha thank your head i like your sh*t don’t stank
but you’re gettin’ spanked i’m gonna get at yours forgot that thank
you b*tch who wrong move i’m gone get you
???? you mental but you been through
f*ck what your friend do and who you came to


[silkk the shocker]

we bout murder money weed ammunition guns and drugs
fake n*gg*s stand correct show my real n*gg*s some love
mrs. thug i live the life of a motherf*ckin’ thug
7 digits bigger n*gg*s still fightin’ in clubs
you think you saw the worst b*tch the worst is yet to f*ckin’ come
up jump and take everyone and your best to f*cking run
shoot first ask questions later
quick before i lose ya ask what time it f*ckin’ was
i guess when you’re too paranoid smokin’ too much motherf*ckin’ bud
don’t play no games b*tch respect the name b*tch
f*ck who you came with and f*ck what you sayin’ b*tch
you heard of mystikal, heard of p, heard of me, and heard of c
either we solo or we ridin’ thirty-d you can’t stop me i know
all they can do is watch me drop ya with your eyes closed
in a project curb apartment motherf*ckin’ dealin’
you wanna know why we ain’t smilin’ cuz we thugs we mugs
ain’t nothin’ bout being friendly


/ c murder lyrics