C-murder Don`t Play No Games Lyrics

Don`t Play No Games Lyrics

bra, why you talkin' that shit, 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 bit*hes 
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 as* 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 bit*h as* 
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  
bit*hes 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 bit*h who wrong move I'm gone get you  
???? you mental but you been through 
f**k 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 motherf**kin' thug 
7 digits bigger niggas still fightin' in clubs 
you think you saw the worst bit*h 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 bit*h respect the name bit*h 
f**k who you came with and f**k what you sayin' bit*h 
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)