MR. 3-2 - Don't Play lyrics

(feat. H.A.W.K., BZE)

[talking]

Y2K-1, the game has just begun

Go down, S.U.C. don't play won't play

All day hogging, better get it

Go get it, and come back with it

[Mr. 3-2]

2001, living in big houses big Benzes

Mr. 3-2, gon get paid to the ending

Mind on winning, big faces spending

The thug life of men is, mashing but no chicken

Yellow bone women, or the sugar browns

Sweet blacks, bring my stacks back from out of town

You know how I get down, real down and dirty

Mafia lifestyle, I don't think that you heard me

We gangstas still moving birdies, till thangs get better

Cheddar recognize cheddar, I'm a big head go-getter

In any kind of weather, cause I'm a universal playa

Able to blend in, in the ditch or anywhere

Baby I'm a baller, you ain't recognize that

I stay looking good, and my bank account fat

So pull out the red plack, I'ma take my respect

Cause I'm real to this game, a true O.G. vet

[Hook]

Won't play, don't play

Never did, ever since a little bitty kid - 2x

Mob with us, or get mobbed over

You should of listened, to what your mama told ya

Mob bosses, accepting no losses in the struggle

Let your mouth overlook your ass, you in trouble

[H.A.W.K.]

Don't play, won't play never did

Split your wig, smoke a cig

Do you dig, what I'm saying I ain't playing

I'll get the gat and start spraying, so start praying

Gun in my lap, as I quietly creep

I'm bout to roll down the window, and put the whole block to sleep

I'm playing for keeps, I'm in this shit to win

Like a gauge spinning slugs, straight through your abdomen

A right cross through your chin, God forgive me for my sins

But niggaz don't comprehend, that I don't have no friends

Representing Dead End, till the casket close

And real playas get chose, but fuck these nothing-ass hoes

H-A-Dub-K, till I'm old and grey

And if you get out of line, it's may-day may-day

You better move out my way, when you cross me in these streets

Or back-back back-back, and give me fifty feet

[Hook]

[BZE]

Won't play don't play, never did my nigga

Hogging since a kid, my nigga

In your face with Street Game, B-Zo got official

Gulf Coast Texas raised, rich nigga

That's that nigga untamed, with my partna Jack Tripper

That really don't play, run around with a gauge

To get that AK, nigga top done raised

Put on them Gucci shades, up on it displays

We don't play never did, pop the lid it sooths the soul

H-A-W-K, make 'em pay the toll

Southside still hold, you niggaz and bitch no friends

That's straight from my T. Lady, straight to my kid

I won't play cocked and ready, from my partna Hard Boy

For realer life Street Game, nigga that's my entourage

Don't forget about my click nigga, they stay on the thoed

I won't say your name nigga, you know how it go we don't play nigga

[Hook]