He Tried To Play Me Lyrics - Killa Season - Cam'ron

He tried to play me, shit got all crazy 

And things just wasn't the same 

So I ran up on him, then pulled my Mac out 

And I blew out his brains 

Y'all wanted violence, we move in silence 

Silencer silence the guns 

I was the wildest, that was childish 

Now I stack my ones 

Shinay was in love with her school, Rich wasn't liking his school 

Shinay caught two in the ribs 

He was a hustler, she's a customer 

Now he's off doing a bid 

T got shot with a shotgun on his block 

I wish it was all pretend 

Nana getting high, hard enough getting by 

When is it all gonna end? 

Me I'm still holding on, the team still rollin' strong 

The Ave. is down the street (down the street) 

But I'm a street target, call me the meat market 

I stay around some beef 

The block's still pumpin', isn't it something? 

Needles, knives, and nines 

There's no tomorrow, food getting borrowed 

What kind of life is mine? (Life is mine) 

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He tried to play me, shit got all crazy 

And things just wasn't the same 

So I ran up on him, then pulled my Mac out 

And I blew out his brains 

They call me "Patty Cake Patty Cake The Bakers Man", I bubble bread (bread) 

Beef don't stop, who's this years knuckle head? (knuckle head) 

We done scrapped and scuffled until our knuckles bled (bled) 

Shot out in front of police, yelled "Fuck a fed"! (fuck the feds) 

I patrol on d low, popo know my steelo 

Who seen Killa cop? Niggas rolling C-Lo 

Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain 

Fiends sniffin' white caine, needle, 40 and night train (that's Harlem) 

Just a hype lame, you don't love 'em like Dame (why?) 

Three years ago I would of robbed his dice game (true) 

Life's changed my snipe game's the right mayne (what's the difference?) 

Only difference is I'll push you to that right lane (whip in traffic) 

Gotta laugh yall that's just blue lightning (the Lambo) 

Or that white thing, you on the internet pricing (pricing?) 

I don't window shop, not, me and Jim go cop 

Hop through the window, I- god damn them Bimbo's hot (hot) 

Hot Dukes of Hazzard, they wanna do the limbo, lock 

Never had a Pinto OHC, first car a Benzo drop (Mercedes) 

"Benz and Bops", put between my hot wallet 

And my toaster, I really had a hot pocket 

And I'm saying this real clear, y'all can't chill here 

I know real thugs in wheelchairs, yeah yeah banged up and they still there 

Party pop more bottles than a nigga on two feet and some real gear 

It's real here, real near, you feel fear, a meals real 

They don't cry, if they do cry, homeboy it's a steel tear 

Animals; Lions, Whales, Seals, Bears 

Y'all fruits; cherries, grapes, stale pears 

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That's why niggas fuck with me 

And them ladies loving me, they all put they trust in me 

Cause I flip that killa man 

That's why niggas fuck with me 

And them ladies loving me, they all put they trust in me 

And my name is Killa Cam 

He tried to play me, shit got all crazy 

And things just wasn't the same 

So I ran up on him, then pulled my Mac out 

And I blew out his brains