Stop Playing Wit Me-Master p

HOOODY HOOOOO! Knuckle up ni**a When we catch y'all.. WE GON' BUST Y'ALL AND Y'ALL DICKS UP ALL B**CH A** NIGGAZ B**ches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 6X) [Master P over repeated line from 3X on] Tear da club up ni**a! (2X) Whassup NOW?? HUH! Tear da club up ni**a! (2X) Now y'all didn't know that I was a 3rd Ward psycho I grew up kinda crazy drink a fifth my uncle bought Ask Michael and at ten, I was a motherf**kin fool And at the age of eleven, I was already - packin that tool Now y'all couldn't feel me, cause I was a killer, at twelve And at thirteen, I ain't give a f**k, if I died and went to hell See I'm vicious, f**k it, nightlight's on And at fourteen, I hit a ni**a, with that chrome Now y'all want mercy, but y'all b**ches, can't hurt me Cause I used to sell d**e, with my daddy, big Percy And at sixteen I was headed straight to juve' for a hot f**kin car, some d**e, and a uzi And then at eighteen ni**a I'm back on the streets Hooked up with my cousin Jimmy now I'm back on my feet I'm back to slangin rocks, rollin coke and pushin powder Thangs is goin good, bought moms a Caddy me an old school Impala Came nuttin fade me now I'm chillin with my lady, she bought to have a baby That's when sh*t got shady, I mean it got crazy Niggaz rolled through and bust (HA?) we hit the dust They killed the old man but the b**ches missed us B**ches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X) Pick up the paper, couple of niggaz, deceased (Man did you kill em P?) Who the f**k are you -- the Feds or the police? I changed my f**kin life and moved to Cali No mo' standin on the corner, no mo' slangin, in no alleys When you try to do right, that's when sh*t, goes wrong I got a phone call sayin you gotta come home My little brother dead, and I'm back, on the streets And I'm cryin to myself, cause it shoulda, been me Now I gotta ride with the homies once again And I don't give a f**k, if I go, to the pen (ya heard me??) B**ches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X) Now in the rap game, well it just like the d**e game Cause niggaz jack and kill for lyrics and beats like it's crack, or coc*ine But thugs die screamin East and West That's why me and these soldiers pack pistols and wear bulletproof vests And to you rookies talkin sh*t, and f**kin wit No Limit Now y'all niggaz can start, but we gon' ride and finish it B**ches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X) Y'all better stop playin with these motherf**kin veterans rookies! (Tear the club up ni**a! -> 2X) With some motherf**kin hands on flats (Tear the club up ni**a!) Stop playin wit me (Tear the club up ni**a!) Stop playin wit me (Where the b**ches at? Where the niggaz at?) Stop playin wit me (Where the b**ches at? Where the niggaz at?) Y'all better stop playin wit me (Where the b**ches at? Where the niggaz at?) (Where the b**ches at? Where the niggaz at?) (Get em up ni**a.. get em up ni**a..) (Get em up ni**a.. get em up ni**a..) (Ni**a we a started this, and we a finish it) (Ni**a we a started this, and we a finish it) (Ni**a we a started this, and we a finish it..) (Don't make us enemy ni**a)