we play lyrics – bizzy bone

[bizzy bone-intro]
yall aint ready foe this sh*t. yall know what it is…haha (please believe it) yeah you know what it is n*gg*, f*ck these n*gg*s who do not believe, in
what tha f*ck tha 7th sign will do. you m*th*f*kkas. i need money, you m*th*f*kkas. put it on me m*th*f*kka. put it on me. this how we play m*th*f*kkas.
comin to get you n*gg*s (7th sign mastermind in full effect…yeah. all you suckas can eat a d*ck. all you playa hatas, yall outta stop that sh*t, f*ckin’
around and take yo b*tch…hahaha. 7th sign n*gg*. doa n*gg*/ 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/ n*gg* need a quick divorce/ my n*gg*s keep telling me what they keep sayin about b in the source (source)/ but i don’t read
magazines (zines…)/ n*gg* 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 n*gg*s them b*tches is yours/ so clap on tha rubber or beat up tha c*ck/ lil n*gg*s yall so
h*rny (h*rny)/ only got yo car for broads (broads)/ how could i be hatin’/ when yall are tha fakest n*gg*s i’ve eva saw (saw)/ yall rollin’ with snitches,
i don’t know no snitches (snitches)/ i roll with real n*gg*s, 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 mauhf*kkas…


[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 n*gg* 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 sh*ts absurd/ already got, me
all perturbed/ cop on tha block, gettin’ on my nerves/ this is tha lifestyle of that brick sellin’ been falsified/ n*gg*s don’t let ’em lie to yall, i’ma
tell tha truth on mine/ and i really want no more/ catch yo *ss security wires/ open the door, these rappers is scared as h*ll/ 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…


[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../ n*body’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 p*rn/ 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 sp*ce, and i’ma give you yours/ it’s my profession n*gg* (n*gg*)/ 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 n*gg* yall
can swallow…


/ bizzy bone lyrics