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Don't play no games Lyrics

Don't play no games by C-Murder  

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Don't play no games [Featuring Mystikal Silkk The Shocker]
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**k with C (bad motherf**kers)
you don't wanna f**k with me (just a bunch of bad motherf**kers)
you don't wanna go to war (bunch of bad motherf**kers)
[C-Murder]
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**kin' smirk ain't a damn thing funny
all my niggas know we live for weed and money
platinum and vogues on the walls of my company
cuz TRU niggas live life motherf**kin' 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 cassette 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**kin' dime rock
give me the money so you can keep the b**ches
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 ass kicked
(Chorus)
Don't Play no games boy, we be bout killin'
just a bunch of bad motherf**kers just a bunch of thug niggas
Don't Play no games boy, we be bout killin'
bunch of bad motherf**kers just a bunch of thug niggas
[Mystikal]
A whole bunch of bad motherf**kers
ya we bad watch us I ain't playin' with your b**ch ass
even if I smoke weed all day drankin' on King Cobra
my eyes red my head bad I still f**k over ya
you know the name you know the game and the pain
b**ches 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**ch who wrong move I'm gone get you
???? you mental but you been through
f**k what your friend do and who you kin to
(Chorus)
[Silkk the Shocker]
we bout murder money weed ammunition guns and drugs
fake niggas stand correct show my real niggas some love
Mrs. Thug I live the life of a motherf**kin' thug
7 digits bigger niggas still fightin' in clubs
you think you saw the worst b**ch the worst is yet to f**kin' come
up jump and take everyone and your best to f**king run
shoot first ask questions later
quick before I lose ya ask what time it f**kin' was
i guess when you're too paranoid smokin' too much motherf**kin' bud
don't play no games b**ch respect the name b**ch
f**k who you came with and f**k what you sayin' b**ch
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**kin' dealin'
you wanna know why we ain't smilin' cuz we thugs we mugs
ain't nothin' bout being friendly
(Chorus)(2X)



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