They’ll Never Play Me

Lyrics

[Intro] This for my thug, thug Drug, drug And guns, guns Come on, come on Come on, it's the Roc, nigga Yo, yo [Verse 1] Aiyyo, niggas wanna hate me 'cause I run thugs Show no love and my guns bust And I got your bitch on my nuts and I push two trucks You niggas out here gon' do what? Nothin' but talk about it, you niggas ain't 'bout it, 'bout it You see Bleek J-I-G, from the hat to sneaks Dem them Jordans, nigga But what's important, you niggas scheming, I told y'all I got my mind right and my money right I brought a new TEC and believe my shit air right The game, nigga Love it, leave it – it ain't gon' change, nigga From my hood to yo' hood, this shit the same, nigga You see me hopping out, copping that Bel-V I ride for my family, fuck could you tell me? It's Roc La Familia, no one down with us No one ride with us, no one side with us We came gunning, busting – fuck it, it ain't nothing I got mine, now get yours, and, nigga, stop frontin' [Chorus] Still these niggas hate me, but I sit back and laugh I got cash, I play the back, and I be counting my math And they will never play me – I got guns, I got ones, I got sons I got niggas who could get that done And still these niggas hate me, but I sit back and laugh I got cash, I play the back, and I be counting my math And they will never play me – I got guns, I got ones, I got sons I got niggas who could get that done [Verse 2] Yo, aiyyo, I get's it crunk with that pump, or letting that pistol blow Niggas hate, but I'm sticking this dick down they bitch's throat I hear them saying, "He only sold half a mill'" You know what I'm saying, nigga? I'll spend half your deal So go ahead with that dumb shit I push tinted SUV's, which is one bitch With that fifth in just one clip My fans asking me, "Bleek, you dissing squads?" Ma, I'm dissing everyone, and everyone feel they involved Whoever hating, contemplating about my situations Wanna know my moves, wanna find out if a nigga station Wanna know the Co-D's, wanna know about Get Low, my company Do I got chrome? Nigga, don't compare me to Jay-Z I pop my collar – holla All about the drama, blowing scama Pockets stay filled with that good marijuana But you lames hating 'Cause I'm in the lake on them Dayton's Taking pictures, hitting switches Pulling over bad bitches I'm laying right, my dogs stay, they eating right Guns looking right, and, dog, I bust them right For that brick, for that check, for that coke, for that flow Dog, I lets them set up shop and blow [Chorus] Still these niggas hate me, but I sit back and laugh I got cash, I play the back, and I be counting my math And they will never play me – I got guns, I got ones, I got sons I got niggas who could get that done And still these niggas hate me, but I sit back and laugh I got cash, I play the back, and I be counting my math And they will never play me – I got guns, I got ones, I got sons I got niggas who could get that done