Niggas Ain't Playin' Lyrics - Pooh-man

As a youngster I slanged cain, gangbanged 

Not a worry in the world, I'm all about money, man 

Getting my grind on was all my mind was on 

Making a grip, nigga, my money was on 

Double back, pulling nothing but mail, fuck a briefcase 

Rolex watch with the diamond-studded face 

More Benzes than a dealership 

Slant-nose Porche with the whole damn kit 

Slanging more keys than the older players 

D.A. was on my dick but a real nigga didn't care 

They kicked in my door a million times 

And fine ass bitches was all that they'd ever find 

Treated me like Vaseline, but quick as a fox 

Drop a key for 25 like they was hot 

Fools was jealous, I had too many tricks 

Fuck a playa hater 'cause I was all about real niggas 

Niggas like John-John, the boy from the deuce side 

O.G. motherfuckers like Daddy G and Clyde 

They gave me the game to survive, opponents gonna die 

Fuck him and his family, let the motherfuckers cry 

Nigga caught a bullet 'cause it wasn't my dope he was selling 

So I shot him behind me, death was trailing 

Always asking myself who would be next, bitch? 

Gotta wear a vest 'cause I paranoid as shit 

I gotta survive, I gotta survive, I gotta survive 

Who wants to know I wanna die? 

But the only way I'm going out is spraying 

Because the niggas from the deuce ain't playing 

From my way up in the dope game, I met a lot of stops 

I got into some funk, one of my boys got shot 

Some fool was on my turf selling dope that wasn't mine 

I'm a gangsta, I mean problem with nines 

It never mattered that I knew the fool a long time 

Cross me once and death is all you'll find 

But this here will be my last hit 

To use a gun, it really didn't take shit 

We did it, we did it, we did it, we done it 

Mossberg street sweeper, I pumped it 

Unloaded all 15 rounds 

As I shot, and I shot, niggas went down 

Bullets flying, niggas dying, but I ain't trippin' 

I caught a fool with the back bitch slippin' 

Pulled out the nine and I popped him 4 times 

Now let's see your black ass cry 

He looked at me with on his ass and said 

"Fuck you", nigga, fuck you too 

The hit was on and it was time to go 

So I stood in my stide, jumped in the K5 

Come on, niggas, come on, niggas, come on, niggas 

I'm a business man, I can't stand bullshitters 

I hate to cause your family dismay 

But plain and simple nigga, we don't play 

I went 5150 when we lost my nigga Bruce 

27 shots from a clip, getting loose 

For real motherfuckers, I was sharpening my shooting skills 

Hella mad nightly, shooting motherfuckers at will 

CTE, I got nothing to lose 

And a hell of a lot to gain by killing you 

A thrill killa from the heart of real killers know 

In order to give, I might have to take a blow 

It's kind of cold that you lost your brother 

But we still lost Bruce, motherfucker 

Tomorrow ain't promised a gangsta good luck 

Just a bullet, motherfucker, 'cause death is a must 

As I bust, squeezing on my nine on your block 

Doing what I feel I gotta do to watch your ass drop 

And if your punk-ass bitch is in my way 

Let the stanky-pussy bitch meet my motherfucking AK 

Making moves for money, ain't no delaying 

It's '91 and the nigga named Pooh, he ain't playing