Don't Play Wit It Lyrics - New Joc City - Yung Joc

What it is man? Sup, Yung Joc, Block Entertainment 

Yeah, you wan' know somethin'? Whatchu wanna know nigga? 

I'ma take this motherfuckin' time to let y'all niggaz know 

I'm tired of playin' games, I'm tired of playin' witchu man 

Preach on, y'all niggaz comin' up short on your money 

Your re-up shit ain't right, nope, nope 

Your grams off nigga, get that shit right 

Tell 'em shawty, let me talk to y'all 

This ain't make believe so why the fuck is you playin' 

You better listen close to what the fuck I'm sayin' 

'Cause really all it takes is a couple grand 

Like AT&T, I reach out and I touch a man 

Or I can let it go 'cause it ain't nuttin' man 

But naw it's the principle so fuck what you sayin' 

E'ry dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need that 

So when it's time to break bread gimme no feedback 

'Cause you don't want to piss me off 

And I get to poppin' like we poppin' Cristal 

See I can't help it, that's just how we get down 

Let off a couple rounds, turn your smile to a frown 

Yeah, I know, you think I'm bluffin' 

'Til I kick the do' and the goons they rush in 

Lay down on the flo' where you keep the coke in 

You say, "I don't know" then your blood start gushin' 

I done told your ass once, told your ass twice 

Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha life 

Don't play wit it, don't play wit it 

Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it 

I done told your ass once, told your ass twice 

Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha life 

Don't play wit it, don't play wit it 

Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it 

Here he come once again' Mr. Murder Man 

Smokin' on the purple bad, pistol in my other hand 

Fuckin' with my rubber bands, get your ass murdered fast 

Chop you up and chop ya, then stuff ya in a duffel bag 

Ride wit'cha in the trunk 'til ya smellin' bad 

Get your daughter after class, ride by snatch her ass 

I know a pussy nigga owe me a couple stack 

Pop him like he never had, but the nigga holdin' back 

I ain't trippin' now I'm lettin' 'em pass, got that ass 

So I'm in the good, nigga smokin' like a thermostat 

Flashin' hella stacks, pie nigga Pontiac 

Actin' for these hoes with my money, what kinda shit is that? 

I ain't feelin' that, pay me for my fuckin' pack 

E'ry dime off e'ry zone, don't gimme that 

See it time for the chrome, go on pull it out 

Sad Sunday service for the sucker in the parking lot 

I done told your ass once, told your ass twice 

Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha life 

Don't play wit it, don't play wit it 

Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it 

I done told your ass once, told your ass twice 

Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha life 

Don't play wit it, don't play wit it 

Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it 

Better know the repercussions fuckin' with my dividends 

Yeah, I got a hitman for the hitmen 

Leave your baby momma numb and I touch many fans 

If ye ain't tryin' to see it, I suggest you start prayin' 

All I'm sayin', don't try to play me like I'm soft 

Treat you like mosquitoes when I skeet you with that off 

That Joc crawl blood, nigga call me Red Cross 

Leave your wig leakin' like you spilled spaghetti sauce 

Fuckin' with my paper, ye ain't right 

I'ma send them gators, in the middle of the night 

Let 'em split your tater, in front your wife 

No one can save ya, put out your lights 

You're fuckin' with my paper, ye ain't right 

I'ma send them gators, in the middle of the night 

Let 'em split your tater, in front your wife 

No one can save ya, put out your lights 

I done told your ass once, told your ass twice 

Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha life 

Don't play wit it, don't play wit it 

Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it 

I done told your ass once, told your ass twice 

Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha life 

Don't play wit it, don't play wit it 

Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it 

It's the big dawg, Diesel 

Yung Joc in the building, ya heard me?