Niggas Ain’t Playin’

Lyrics

[Verse 1] As a youngster, I slanged cain, gangbanged Not a worry in the world, I'm all about money, man Getting my grind on was all my mind was on Making a grip, nigga, my money was on Double back pulling nothing but mail, fuck a briefcase Rolex watch with the diamond-studded face More Benzes than a dealership Slant-nose Porche with the whole damn kit Slanging more keys than the older players DA was on my dick but a real nigga didn't care They kicked in my door a million times And fine-ass bitches was all that they'd ever find Treated me like Vaseline, but quick as a fox Drop a key for twenty five like they was hot Fools was jealous, I had too many tricks Fuck a playa hater, cause I was all about real niggas Niggas like John-John, the boy from the deuce side OG motherfuckers like Daddy G and Clyde They gave me the game to survive, oppenents gonna die Fuck him and his family, let the motherfuckers cry Nigga caught a bullet cause it wasn't my dope he was selling So I shot him behind me, death was trailing Always asking myself, who would be next, bitch? Gotta wear a vest cause I paranoid as shit I gotta survive, I gotta survive, I gotta survive Who wants to know I wanna die? But the only way I'm going out is spraying Because the niggas from the deuce ain't playing [Verse 2] From my way up in the dope game, I met a lot of stops I got into some funk, one of my boys got shot Some fool was on my turf selling dope that wasn't mine I'm a gangsta, I mean problem with nines It never mattered that I knew the fool a long time Cross me once and death is all you'll find But this here will be my last hit To use a gun, it really didn't take shit We did it, we did it, we did it, we done it Mossberg street sweeper, I pumped it Unloaded all fifteen rounds As I shot and I shot, niggas went down Bullets flying, niggas dying, but I ain't trippin I caught a fool with the back bitch slippin Pulled out the nine and I popped him four times Now let's see your black ass cry He looked at me with on his ass and said "Fuck you!" *Gunshot* Nigga fuck you, too! The hit was on and it was time to go So I stood in my stide, jumped in the K5 Come on niggas, come on niggas, come on niggas I'm a business man, I can't stand bullshitters I hate to cause your family dismay But plain and simple nigga, we don't play [Verse 3] I went 5150 when we lost my nigga Bruce Twenty seven shots from a clip, getting loose For real motherfuckers, I was sharpening my shooting skills Hella mad nightly, shooting motherfuckers at will CTE, I got nothing to lose And a hell of a lot to gain, by killing you A thrill killa from the heart of real killers know In order to give I might have to take a blow It's kind of cold that you lost your brother But we still lost Bruce, motherfucker Tomorrow ain't promised a gangsta good luck Just a bullet motherfucker, cause death is a must As I bust, squeezing on my nine on your block Doing what I feel I gotta do to watch your ass drop And if your punk-ass bitch is in my way Let the stanky-pussy bitch meet my motherfucking AK Making moves for money, ain't no delaying It's '91, and the nigga named Pooh, he ain't playing