C-Murder

C-Murder - Don't Play No Games lyrics

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bra  why you talkin' that shit  huh?
 (what? you heard me)
 take this shit 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 fuck with C (bad motherfuckers)
 you don't wanna fuck with me (just a bunch of bad motherfuckers)
 you don't wanna go to war (bunch of bad motherfuckers)
 [C-Murder]
 Don't play no games, cuz boy we be bout killin'
 you ain't got shit to die for you shouldn't be livin'
 get rid the fuckin' 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 motherfuckin' G's
 presidents and playin' in every resident
 cuz pumpin' no limit shit 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 motherfuckin' dime rock
 give me the money so you can keep the bitches
 they don't play no game C-Murder bout his riches
 the money talk and bullshit 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 motherfuckers just a bunch of thug niggas
 Don't Play no games boy, we be bout killin'
 bunch of bad motherfuckers just a bunch of thug niggas
 [Mystikal]
 A whole bunch of bad motherfuckers
 ya we bad watch us I ain't playin' with your bitch ass
 even if I smoke weed all day drankin' on King Cobra
 my eyes red my head bad I still fuck over ya
 you know the name you know the game and the pain
 bitches still the same bigger bank higher rank
 whatcha thank your head I like your shit don't stank
 but you're gettin' spanked I'm gonna get at yours forgot that thank
 you bitch who wrong move I'm gone get you
 ???? you mental but you been through
 fuck 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 motherfuckin' thug
 7 digits bigger niggas still fightin' in clubs
 you think you saw the worst bitch the worst is yet to fuckin' come
 up jump and take everyone and your best to fucking run
 shoot first ask questions later
 quick before I lose ya ask what time it fuckin' was
 i guess when you're too paranoid smokin' too much motherfuckin' bud
 don't play no games bitch respect the name bitch
 fuck who you came with and fuck what you sayin' bitch
 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 motherfuckin' 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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Author: Mystikal, Silkk The Shocker, C-Murder

Composer: ?

Publisher: No Limit Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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