C-Murder

C-Murder - Don't Play No Games lyrics

rate me

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 came 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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