(feat. H.A.W.K., BZE)

[talking]

Y2K-1, the game has just begun
Go down, S.U.C. don't play won't play
All day hogging, better get it

Go get it, and come back with it

[Mr. 3-2]

2001, living in big houses big Benzes
Mr. 3-2, gon get paid to the ending
Mind on winning, big faces spending

The thug life of men is, mashing but no chicken
Yellow bone women, or the sugar browns
Sweet blacks, bring my stacks back from out of town

You know how I get down, real down and dirty
Mafia lifestyle, I don't think that you heard me
We gangstas still moving birdies, till thangs get better

Cheddar recognize cheddar, I'm a big head go-getter
In any kind of weather, cause I'm a universal playa
Able to blend in, in the ditch or anywhere

Baby I'm a baller, you ain't recognize that
I stay looking good, and my bank account fat
So pull out the red plack, I'ma take my respect

Cause I'm real to this game, a true O.G. vet

[Hook]

Won't play, don't play
Never did, ever since a little bitty kid - 2x
Mob with us, or get mobbed over

You should of listened, to what your mama told ya
Mob bosses, accepting no losses in the struggle
Let your mouth overlook your $$#, you in trouble


[H.A.W.K.]
Don't play, won't play never did

Split your wig, smoke a cig
Do you dig, what I'm saying I ain't playing
I'll get the gat and start spraying, so start praying

Gun in my lap, as I quietly creep
I'm bout to roll down the window, and put the whole block to sleep
I'm playing for keeps, I'm in this %#@! to win

Like a gauge spinning slugs, straight through your abdomen
A right cross through your chin, God forgive me for my sins
But ^!$$%z don't comprehend, that I don't have no friends

Representing Dead End, till the casket close
And real playas get chose, but $#&@ these nothing-ass hoes
H-A-Dub-K, till I'm old and grey

And if you get out of line, it's may-day may-day
You better move out my way, when you cross me in these streets
Or back-back back-back, and give me fifty feet


[Hook]


[BZE]
Won't play don't play, never did my ^!$$%
Hogging since a kid, my ^!$$%

In your face with Street Game, B-Zo got official
Gulf Coast Texas raised, rich ^!$$%
That's that ^!$$% untamed, with my partna Jack Tripper

That really don't play, run around with a gauge
To get that AK, ^!$$% top done raised
Put on them Gucci shades, up on it displays

We don't play never did, pop the lid it sooths the soul
H-A-W-K, make 'em pay the toll
Southside still hold, you ^!$$%z and (*##$ no friends

That's straight from my T. Lady, straight to my kid
I won't play @@#!ed and ready, from my partna Hard Boy
For realer life Street Game, ^!$$% that's my entourage

Don't forget about my click ^!$$%, they stay on the thoed
I won't say your name ^!$$%, you know how it go we don't play ^!$$%


[Hook]