Stop Playing Wit Me Lyrics - Only God Can Judge Me - Master P

HOOODY HOOOOO! Knuckle up nigga 

When we catch y'all. 

WE GON' BUST Y'ALL AND Y'ALL DICKS UP 

ALL BITCH ASS NIGGAZ 

Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 6X) 

Tear da club up nigga! 

Whassup NOW? HUH! 

Tear da club up nigga! 

Now y'all didn't know that I was a 3rd Ward psycho 

I grew up kinda crazy drink a fifth my uncle bought 

Ask Michael and at ten, I was a motherfuckin fool 

And at the age of eleven, I was already - packin that tool 

Now y'all couldn't feel me, cause I was a killer, at twelve 

And at thirteen, I ain't give a fuck, if I died and went to hell 

See I'm vicious, fuck it, nightlight's on 

And at fourteen, I hit a nigga, with that chrome 

Now y'all want mercy, but y'all bitches, can't hurt me 

Cause I used to sell dope, with my daddy, big Percy 

And at sixteen I was headed straight to juve' 

for a hot fuckin car, some dope, and a uzi 

And then at eighteen nigga I'm back on the streets 

ed up with my cousin Jimmy now I'm back on my feet 

I'm back to slangin rocks, rollin coke and pushin powder 

Thangs is goin good, bought moms a Caddy me an old school Impala 

Came nuttin fade me now I'm chillin 

with my lady, she bought to have a baby 

That's when shit got shady, I mean it got crazy 

Niggaz rolled through and bust (HA?) we hit the dust 

They killed the old man but the bitches missed us 

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Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X) 

Pick up the paper, couple of niggaz, deceased 

(Man did you kill em P?) 

Who the fuck are you -- the Feds or the police? 

I changed my fuckin life and moved to Cali 

No mo' standin on the corner, no mo' slangin, in no alleys 

When you try to do right, that's when shit, goes wrong 

I got a phone call sayin you gotta come home 

My little brother dead, and I'm back, on the streets 

And I'm cryin to myself, cause it shoulda, been me 

Now I gotta ride with the homies once again 

And I don't give a fuck, if I go, to the pen (ya heard me?) 

Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X) 

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Now in the rap game, well it just like the dope game 

Cause niggaz jack and kill for lyrics and beats 

like it's crack, or cocaine 

But thugs die screamin East and West 

That's why me and these soldiers pack pistols 

and wear bulletproof vests 

And to you rookies talkin shit, and fuckin wit No Limit 

Now y'all niggaz can start, but we gon' ride and finish it 

Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X) 

Y'all better stop playin with these motherfuckin veterans rookies! 

(Tear the club up nigga! - 2X) 

With some motherfuckin hands on flats 

(Tear the club up nigga!) 

Stop playin wit me 

(Tear the club up nigga!) 

Stop playin wit me 

(Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) 

Stop playin wit me 

(Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) 

Y'all better stop playin wit me 

(Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) 

(Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) 

(Get em up nigga. get em up nigga.) 

(Get em up nigga. get em up nigga.) 

(Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it) 

(Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it) 

(Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it.) 

(Don't make us enemy nigga)