Stop Playing Wit Me (Explicit)-Master p

HOOODY HOOOOO! Knuckle up ni**a
When we catch y'all..
WE GON' BUST Y'ALL AND Y'ALL DICKS UP
ALL B**CH A** NIGGAZ

B**ches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 6X)

[Master P over repeated line from 3X on]
Tear da club up ni**a! (2X)
Whassup NOW?? HUH!
Tear da club up ni**a! (2X)

Now y'all didn't know that I was a 3rd Ward psycho
I grew up kinda crazy drink a fifth my uncle bought
Ask Michael and at ten, I was a motherf**kin fool
And at the age of eleven, I was already - packin that tool
Now y'all couldn't feel me, cause I was a killer, at twelve
And at thirteen, I ain't give a f**k, if I died and went to hell
See I'm vicious, f**k it, nightlight's on
And at fourteen, I hit a ni**a, with that chrome
Now y'all want mercy, but y'all b**ches, can't hurt me
Cause I used to sell d**e, with my daddy, big Percy
And at sixteen I was headed straight to juve'
for a hot f**kin car, some d**e, and a uzi
And then at eighteen ni**a I'm back on the streets
Hooked up with my cousin Jimmy now I'm back on my feet
I'm back to slangin rocks, rollin coke and pushin powder
Thangs is goin good, bought moms a Caddy me an old school Impala
Came nuttin fade me now I'm chillin
with my lady, she bought to have a baby
That's when sh*t got shady, I mean it got crazy
Niggaz rolled through and bust (HA?) we hit the dust
They killed the old man but the b**ches missed us

B**ches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X)

Pick up the paper, couple of niggaz, deceased
(Man did you kill em P?)
Who the f**k are you -- the Feds or the police?
I changed my f**kin life and moved to Cali
No mo' standin on the corner, no mo' slangin, in no alleys
When you try to do right, that's when sh*t, goes wrong
I got a phone call sayin you gotta come home
My little brother dead, and I'm back, on the streets
And I'm cryin to myself, cause it shoulda, been me
Now I gotta ride with the homies once again
And I don't give a f**k, if I go, to the pen (ya heard me??)

B**ches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X)

Now in the rap game, well it just like the d**e game
Cause niggaz jack and kill for lyrics and beats
like it's crack, or coc*ine
But thugs die screamin East and West
That's why me and these soldiers pack pistols
and wear bulletproof vests
And to you rookies talkin sh*t, and f**kin wit No Limit
Now y'all niggaz can start, but we gon' ride and finish it

B**ches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X)

Y'all better stop playin with these motherf**kin veterans rookies!
(Tear the club up ni**a! ->2X)
With some motherf**kin hands on flats
(Tear the club up ni**a!)
Stop playin wit me
(Tear the club up ni**a!)
Stop playin wit me
(Where the b**ches at? Where the niggaz at?)
Stop playin wit me
(Where the b**ches at? Where the niggaz at?)
Y'all better stop playin wit me
(Where the b**ches at? Where the niggaz at?)
(Where the b**ches at? Where the niggaz at?)
(Get em up ni**a.. get em up ni**a..)
(Get em up ni**a.. get em up ni**a..)
(Ni**a we a started this, and we a finish it)
(Ni**a we a started this, and we a finish it)
(Ni**a we a started this, and we a finish it..)
(Don't make us enemy ni**a)