I Ain't Play'n Lyrics - Ghetto Bill - Master P

[Intro] 

Nigga what'chu worryin 'bout whassup with me? 

What fire is that, what house I'm rollin on? 

Do I holla at Curt, what's Unc doin? 

What's up with Suave? Nigga you dem people {?} 

[Chorus 4X: Master P] 

Snitches stop callin the cops - cause I ain't playin 

Better watch what you say on the block - cause I ain't playin 

[Master P] 

I left the hood for a week, and my name start ringin 

Like I'm hustlin sellin dope, you got beef then bring it 

I heard fire did this, and P.D. they trippin 

That's why I sleep with two gats you never catch me slippin 

I smell pussy, and most of you niggaz are rats 

See I'm a dog motherfucker and I don't fuck with you cats 

Callin me on the phone, nigga lookin for cola 

How could a nigga from the hood nigga turn into the roller 

This shit's so twisted, it got me trippin 

Got the feds thinkin I've got birds in the kitchen 

These niggaz'll throw salt in your name my nigga 

Just to get a couple dollars and some fame my nigga 

It ain't no loyalty, your only family'll set you up 

For the right price my nigga they'll wet you up 

I watched niggaz get ghost, when shit be over 

How many niggaz gon' visit C, if he go to Angola 

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[Chorus] 

[Master P] 

Man this music shit political dawg, don't fuck with it 

I'd invest in somethin else if I wasn't already in it 

Man most of these niggaz'll just yap they mouth 

Send subliminal messages 'til shit get out 

Believe none of what you hear, and half of what you see 

See the rap game is dirty like the C-P-3 

Most niggaz'll fear death, these streets is real black 

Our radio programmers think they holdin careers back 

And Hollywood bitches be ready to wife a nigga 

All you need is a hit record and some ice my nigga 

And the media dickriders slow up like flat tires 

Seen they lil' career blow up again when shit dies 

They say we ignorant and we stereotype 

Even seen Michael Jackson live the criminal life 

See these haters'll hate mayne, smile in your face mayne 

Call them people on ya try to give you a case mayne 

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[Chorus] 

[Outro] 

Heh, he he 

If y'all don't know us 

Y'all better keep our name out y'all motherfuckin mouth 

Cause it's gon' get real ugly after this you feel me? 

Y'all can't beat us then join us