Wanna Play Lyrics - Nas

Verse One: 

Yo, the Lord is my shepard 

The sword is my weapon 

Reward is a blessin', that comes from the struggle 

shoes been scuffled, blood's been shed, another Mother loses a son 

'cause where I'm from the young chooses a gun 

before they choose an education 

but once dead their ain't no awakenin' 

so like once said, life aint for fakin 

yo, you wit' me when I say duct tape 'em? 

fuck waitin' 

got the truck outside, Benz jeep for navigation 

everything in position, they'd rather be fuckin' wit' Satan 

when I aim I aint missin', master of assasination' 

I heard he call himself Esco, drive a Lexo 

rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth 

is this the truth? 

this is what we do, sip a brew 

wait around his crib until it turns around two AM 

as soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em 

you guys got fat while I was away, so start payin' 

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Chorus - Okay, you wanna play rough?! 

(gun shots) (scratching - a thug changes, and love changes) repeat 3X, 

Okay yo, we could play rough! 

Verse Two: 

Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high enough? 

who these niggas tryin' to hide in their truck 

I aint order cable, why in the fuck these niggas 

ducked in they seat? are they lookin' for me? 

but I aint do shit, could it be that niggas thought 

I slept like B.I.G. and Pac did 

may they rest in peace, but while I'm alive I pop shit 

P-11 glock spits 17 shot clips 

put these niggas in boxes, where they Moms and Pops is 

pull the strap from under the seat 

back up in the street 

watch these niggas thats tryin' to watch me, I carefully creep 

take off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin' my heat 

empty every shell in their direction 

its you, I should've guessed it! 

same niggas that I was connected wit', I know sent you 

now I'm'a take you off here, you dont know what you got into 

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Chorus 

Verse Three: 

Walked in his house, smackin' him up, "what you talkin' about?" he said 

shut-up nigga! knocked him in his head with chrome 

never thought I'd be in his home 

with his wife taped up for my niggas to bone 

fuckin' with me, you should've known 

I'll have 'em write "stupid nigga" on your tombstone 

what money can do, get you hit for less than a G 

for threatenin' me 

I'm'a do it myself, take you to Hell, this ones for free 

killin' you niggas with nothin' 

left him dead, engine runnin' 

you the only I'm makin' sure that gets whats comin' 

look at your Woman, anal ripped out, its your fault 

they gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw it 

but before I let you have it I'm searchin' your crib 

for pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live 

shit like that, incase a nigga wanna strike back 

I'll be right up in his ass to blow 'em out with the Mac 

niggas treat you like Fam, and you on it like that? 

now you gotta lay flat, gettin' eatin' by rats 

gettin' even's never wrong, its only right to react 

eye for an eye, 'cause the sweetest part is payback 

somebody kncokin', who dat? 

"a cop man", let him in 

and give that mothafucka one under the chin 

cant believe this nigga down with the Feds! 

the copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead 

dont explain, I put the pound on his head 

blew 'em! before that I cant remember the last time I said... 

Okay, so we gonna play rough! 

Chorus