Lil' Kim

Lil' Kim - Play Around lyrics

(Puff)

B.I.G,

Lil Cease

(Mr.Bristal)

Sipping Hansun

Got dough like the Hansons

Bitches come fast and out like Helly Hansen

Mister Bristal you will neva catch me dancing

Off the prancing

Only in a mansion

In a party high and drunk

I see you glancing

Never blow my cool even if its jammin

Is the bitch is a feed I got a cannon

Cock, Lick shots, Leave them where they standing

You can call the cops I never get ran in

Call Blake C. yall get the understanding

Who my man is, who the fam is

All that bullshit you talk, can it

We own the planet

Its a definite

Niggas go for money reppin it

Armagedding it

Everything we on we setting it

You delicate

Farr away in the country where you better get

Yall need to get with some veterans

Chorus: (Harve Pierre)

You don't wanna play around

You don't wanna play around

You don't wanna play around...with me

No more.....I'll kill you

You don't wanna play around

You don't wanna play around

You don't wanna play around...with me

No more.....I'll kill you

(Lil Cease)

Yo Yo Yo

Niggas wanna start shit

Push the button

See the dough flip from the carpet

Me and Brist about to lock down the market

Gats they spark it

Lie to

Got crips and bloods that pop ???

B.Rock I'm a die for you

Til this day I'm a ride for you

God forbid I die too

When you pull that gack

I'll be right besides you

To guide you

On who to hit and not to

If a niggas guilty he got to die to

Thats the reala

They talking to the roach killa

The most illa

About to upset New York like Reggie Miller

Plus they say you turn thug you turn killa

Its hard to turn back when a nigga feel ya

That's why they say don't nobody know you til sombody kill ya

That's why I say stay back, don't get to familiar

Cause if you get to close my niggas might fucking kill ya

Chorus: (Harve Pierre)

You don't wanna play around

You don't wanna play around

Lil Kim: another

You don't wanna play around...with me

Lil Kim: da queen b

No more.......I'll kill you

Lil Kim: the extraodinaire

You don't wanna play around

Lil Kim: Lil Cease

You don't wanna play around

Lil Kim: Coming at ya for the year 2000, the new millenium

You don't wanna play around...with me

Lil Kim: uh

No more.......I'll kill you

Lil Kim: uh

(Lil Kim)

Fuck all yall hoes I blows like suits

Bitches don't shake my hand

They salute, the leutinent

Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal heiness..pocanhantas..mafia behind this

Balling like Utah

Didn't think a ghetto bitch could come this far

From pushing buicks to candle apple red jaguars

Niggas think I'm rich

I could rock a fubu suit...a furry kangol and some cowboy boots

And still be the shit of the night

When I come through

You be on the side holding your cups like the bums do

Waiting for the queen to put some change in it

I pull out a g and drop it

With a hundred grand left in my pocket

I promoted this shit

So I got to make a profit

And all the ends I sends to my mens down in Scarfett

Me and Lil Cease in partuni partners

Laying niggas down like carpenters

So pardon us

Like Nikes, we just do it

We aint ameteurs to this shit

We used to it

And all the bodies I killed

I keep them on file

So when there anniversaries come

We pop Cristal

Ask Chrystal, the golden child Tow dow!

Take it how I give it

You talk shit

We live it

Don't forget it

(Puff)

Stop trying to sound like her too

Chrous plus ad libs from Lil Kim and Puff till fade

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