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Geto Boys - Why U Playin lyrics
[ INTRO: Scarface ] Ain't no sense in you bullshittin What the fuck is you sayin? You know the way that we do niggas So what the fuck is you playin? (2x) [ VERSE 1: Scarface ] Get yo hands up, you see this nigga on a come-up Walk into this bitch with a gun up in your sto-mach Now point me to the nigga with the seven figures sittin Assumin that nobody can hit him, I've come to get him I'm starvin, it's 3 o'clock in the mornin Wakin you up out your sleep without a warnin Good morning, I come to get you for your digits Oh, see this forty cal in my hand, she finna get it Nobody speakin, don't blink, I probably think somebody reachin You make a move, I leave your body leakin all weekend Take me to the safe, and I can get you for your bucks Or I can shoot this muthafucka up, I don't give a fuck You make the call for all of y'all You can use your brains to think with, or I can leave em hangin on the wall What you do when a nigga come through with game too Strictly for the nigga with scrilla and name you A pastor will introduce you to this casket Bullshittin me gon' get you blasted [ CHORUS: Scarface ] We got the powers that move niggas What the fuck is you sayin? You know the way that we do niggas So what the fuck is you playin? We got the powers that move niggas What the fuck is you sayin? [ VERSE 2: Willie D ] Nigga, I be crunk-crunk when it jump-jump Leavin muthafuckas slump-slump In a trunk-trunk, I pump-pump Bullets into the flesh and leave you naked Stop prayin for this muthafucka, he ain't gon' make it You have to take it straight to his muthafuckin dome If anybody come lookin for him, tell him he gone Can't you see his muthafuckin eyes jumpin around Can't you see his muthafuckin thighs humpin the ground It's goin down, when times are hard I feel like this Before I starve I'ma kill me a bitch Shit, I want that muthafuckin dope and the cash And I can take it out your pockets or your ass Don't make me blast The last way you wanna see me is disgruntled Cause I shoot you in your muthafuckin face and leave you horizontal My .45 signfies who's boss You play with me, I have your ass startin the news off Close your fuckin mouth and keep your dicksuckers tight as a gurtle Don't turn this robbery into a murder Unless you tired of livin, put your possession in my custody My finger's itchy, don't you fuck with me [ CHORUS: Scarface ] [ VERSE 3: Doracell ] Wake your ass up and shove, nigga, good morning Oh, what it's all about, Doracell is in your home and The pistol's in your mouth, nigga, and it's on and I represent that South, nigga, I bring it on and Muthafucka, make this shit a simple situation, give me the loot ??? your baby and that bitch, I'ma shoot, and that's the truth My pistol piece up against the wig I ain'ts to be up in this bitch for long, nigga, you dig? You baby-sit? Nigga, I don't give a fuck A nigga fresh out of prison, down on my luck What's up, cold steel touchin on your dome Excellent chrome about to roam through your home Break yourself and I'm gone, it's all about the cheddar Nigga, ain't no sense in frontin, fool's livin better Nigga, plus I'm bigger, G.B.'s in this bitch Know what I'm sayin? I'm the muthafuckin man [ CHORUS: Scarface ] |
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