C-Murder - Don t Play no Games lyrics

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<b>Don't Play no Games</b> by <i>C-Murder</i><br />

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, ya 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)

Don't play no games 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 golds on the walls of my company

cuz TRU niggas live like motherfuckin' G's

presidentials, and playin' in every resident

cuz bumpin' 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, and you can keep the bitches

nigga don't play no games, C-Murder bout his riches

the money talk, and bullshit walks, haters get delt with

and haters get they ass kicked

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

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 and my head bad, I still fuck over ya

you know the name, you know the game and the tank

bitch it's still the same, bigger bank higher rank

whatcha thank your head in the air

like your shit don't stank

but you're gettin' spanked, I'ma get you out yours

and forgot that thank

you bitch who, wrong move, I'ma get to it,

I got it in gold

but these muthafuckas still talkin bout you fin to

you meant to, but you been through

fuck what your friend do, and who you kin to

We bout murder, money weed, ammunition guns and drugs

fake niggas stand correct, show my real niggas some love

Mister! I live the life, of a motherfuckin' thug

7 digit figure niggas, still fightin' in clubs

you think you saw the worst

bitch the worst is, yet to fuckin' come

up jump the tank, everybody at once

and your best, will fucking run

shoot first ask questions later

???, askin what time it was

I guess I was just 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 deep

so you can't stop me, I know

only thing they can do is watch me,

drop ya with your eyes closed

in the project curb, park the, muthafuckin Bentley

you wanna know why we ain't smilin' cuz we thugs we mugs

ain't nothin' bout being friendly