Wanna Play Rough

Lyrics
[Intro] Uh, uh Boss of the bosses Escobar [Verse 1] Yo, the Lord is my shepard The sword is my weapon Reward is a blessin', that come from the struggle Shoes been scuffled, blood's been shed, another mother loses a son 'Cause where I'm from the young chooses a gun Before they choose an education But once dead their ain't no awakenin' Someone said, "life ain't for fakin'" Yo, you wit' me when I say duct tape 'em? Fuck waitin' Got the truck outside, Benz jeep for navigation Everything in position, they'd rather be fuckin' wit' Satan When I aim I ain't missin', master of assasination I heard he call himself Esco, drive a Lexo Rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth If this is true, this is what we do Sip a brew, wait around his crib until it turns around 2 AM As soon as he walk in the door we slay 'em You guys got fat while I was away, so start payin' [Hook] Okay, you wanna play rough?! (*gunshots) (A thug changes, and love changes) Okay, you wanna play rough?! (*gunshots) (A thug changes, and love changes) Okay, you wanna play rough?! (*gunshots) (A thug changes, and love changes) Okay, yo, we could play rough! (*gunshots) (A thug changes, and love changes) [Verse 2] Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high enough? Who these niggas tryin' to hide in their truck I ain't order cable, why in the fuck these niggas Ducked in they seat? Is they lookin' for me? But I ain't do shit, could it be niggas thought I was 'sleep like B.I.G. and Pac did May they rest in peace, but while I'm alive I pop shit P-11 Glock shits 17 shot clips Put these niggas in boxes, where they moms and pops is Pull the strap from under the seat Back up in the street Watch these niggas thats tryin' to watch me, I carefully creep Take off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin' my heat Empty every shell in their direction It's you, I should've guessed it! Same niggas that I was connected wit', I know who sent you I'ma take you off here, you don't know what you got into, nigga [Hook] Okay, you wanna play rough?! (*gunshots) (A thug changes, and love changes) Okay, you wanna play rough?! (*gunshots) (A thug changes, and love changes) Okay, you wanna play rough?! (*gunshots) (A thug changes, and love changes) Okay, yo, we could play rough! (*gunshots) (A thug changes, and love changes) [Verse 3] Walked in his house, smackin' him up, "What you talkin' about?" he said "Shut up nigga!" knocked him in his head with the chrome Never thought I'd be in his home With his wife taped up for my niggas to bone Fuckin' with me, you should've known I'll have 'em write "Stupid nigga" on your tombstone What money would do, get you hit for less than a G For threatenin' me I'ma do it myself, take you to Hell, this one for free Killin' you niggas with nothin' Left him dead, engine runnin' You the only I'm makin' sure that gets what's comin' Look at your woman, anal ripped out, it's your fault They gangbanged your bitch out in your face and you saw it But before I let you have it I'm searchin' your crib For pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live Shit like that, in case a body wanna strike back I'll be right up in they ass, blow 'em out with the Mac Niggas treat you like fam, and you on it like that? Now you gotta lay stiff, gettin' eatin' by rats Gettin' evens never wrong, it's only right to react Eye for an eye, 'cause the sweetest part is payback Somebody knockin', who dat? "A cop man", let him in And give this mothafucka one under the chin Can't believe this nigga down with the Feds! Then why the cop scream out your government before he dropped dead? Don't explain, I put the pound on your head Blew 'em! Since then, can't remember the last time I said...... [Hook] Okay, you wanna play rough?! (*gunshots) (A thug changes, and love changes) Okay, you wanna play rough?! (*gunshots) (A thug changes, and love changes) Okay, you wanna play rough?! (*gunshots) (A thug changes, and love changes) Okay, so we're gonna play rough! (*gunshots)
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Credits
- Writers
- Nas
- Dame Grease