We Don’t Play

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Styles P] Do the same thing, get the same results Creeping like Batman, stronger than The Hulk Running to the bank teller, dump it for the vault On my town shit, Ben Affleck Whole nigga cause most men just half-step I ride hard motherfucka and I ain't crash yet You don't know, or you do know I'm like Mario Puzo with Cujo You don't get it? I'm a prolific animal, every verse flammable Weird like Murdoch, thinkin' like Hannibal Man like Face but I'm wild like B.A Bullets to your head when you talkin' to the D.A Talking to the judge, and I be in the cab cause I think the car bugged I don't play with hard luck Killing your homeboy now you call it hard love Treat you like a blunt how I'm getting you sparked up [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Nigga we don't play! We handle problems the worst way We'll get you shot stabbed robbed on your birthday Nigga you ain't got no business 'round here in the first place Look at everybody chilling - well fuck that! I'ma play the villain - fuck that! I'm here to make a killin' All money's good money, weed and liquor stealin' Small money, tall money, nigga we want it all Left hand on the wheel, other hand on the draw [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Needle icepick through your writing hand Heart like a rock, hard to drop like Spider-Man Park your pretty cars up, hop inside the rider-van Hunt ya like Worm for a couple hundred dollar fam Drive of a street lord, knowledge of a college man Almighty dollars get you dead, make your momma plan Nothing like the sound of dough, I'ma make the commas dance Numbers jump high, numb and drunk in my drama stance The no fly zone, you don't get a city chance Show up at your show, make you hoes piss your skinny pants I'm with blammy so my haters can't stand me or jam me I'm running niggas over like Brandy Motherfuck a Grammy, give me weed and eye candy Coca-Cola daughter, pussy from a very nice family Won't last stepping in the street without the swammy From Southside to Y.O., niggas die daily [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Nigga we don't play! We handle problems the worst way We'll get you shot stabbed robbed on your birthday Nigga you ain't got no business 'round here in the first place Look at everybody chilling - well fuck that! I'ma play the villain - fuck that! I'm here to make a killin' All money's good money, weed and liquor stealin' Small money, tall money, nigga we want it all Left hand on the wheel, other hand on the draw [Verse 3: Styles P] I'm hard in the problem like algebra Only use the gun if it's a high enough caliber You ain't a Dodge car then you ain't no Challenger Play wit'cha life nigga but you ain't no gambler Die any day of the week, go get a calendar Harder than Russian roulette, nigga fuck a Gillette I take a gun and put a Buck to your neck Or a 50 to your grill, bring the blicky to the hill These young niggas is buggin', tipsy off the pills I bring the fire like a motherfuckin' Bic lighter Paper shredder eraser to any sick writer Ghost is the Apocalypse, hole in your esophagus Runnin through the shit like a motherfucking rhinoceros Nasty like a hippo is, show you what a sicko is Barrel to your girl clit, bitch is you ticklish? You gon' fuck around and get, burned like syphilis nigga [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Nigga we don't play! We handle problems the worst way We'll get you shot stabbed robbed on your birthday Nigga you ain't got no business 'round here in the first place Look at everybody chilling - well fuck that! I'ma play the villain - fuck that! I'm here to make a killin' All money's good money, weed and liquor stealin' Small money, tall money, nigga we want it all Left hand on the wheel, other hand on the draw