8Ball, Diddy - Stop Playin' Games lyrics

Shit nigga a ho is a ho a ho a-, shit, heheh
I'm strictly referring to them ho-ass niggas
Feel me? I go by the name of that boy Diddy
This is my man Fatboy, you know
Eightball niggas, that's right, heh

Yea, I pull up with my niggas
You know it's on and poppin
I'm the fattest mack, so everybody watchin
My Timbo's ain't scuffed, hydro, I got enough
That kind that make you choke
Everytime you take a puff
Them real playaz chief it
Nothin but ballers keep it
You could smell it on my clothes
So it ain't no secret
Rag on my head, braids to the back
Gimme that Grey Goose
And put that 'gnac back
I'm on another level, bitches I got several
Don't try to rob me, I got that heavy metal
You in the dirt now, you underground now
Can't make a sound now, you wanna clown now?

Stop playin games ho
It's about that money you makin
You playin games ho
Ain't 'bout no talkin or fakin
Stop playin games ho
It's about the life you livin
You playin games ho
Look at all this money you missin

Yo what's the deal pimpin
I'm so for real pimpin
I get my Cinderella with
Unbroken seals pimpin i flip a big truck
(big truck) with some big rims (big rims)
I get my dick sucked (dick sucked)
When I pull out the Benz (pull out the Benz)
Switchin CD's (CD's) watchin DVD's (DVD's)
Now MLK (MLK) in my SUV (SUV)
Pigeons jockin me, they wanna ride wit me
You gotta be down ho
Like Bobby Brown and Whitney
I'm not gorilla pimpin
But, I keep them killas wit me
Yo you for real nigga
Think you can deal wit me?
You got a couple of guns
You know a couple of dudes
You need to shut your mouth
This what you need to do

Listen carefully, lemme tell you somethin
This song is dedicated
To niggas out there bumpin
Talkin too much, fakin, shakin, frontin
You got a lot to say and
Didn't nobody ask you nothin
Might get yo' jaw broke
Might get yo' wig split
Might get yo' car shot up
Might get yo' dough kicked
Might get you kidnapped
Might get yo' neck snapped
Don't get your feelings hurt thinkin
This is just a rap to all you little mamas
That wanna get my number
After the show is over
You wanna come on over
You wanna sip Mo', you wanna smoke 'dro
Ask me twenty questions
This ain't no talk show
I'm not ya boyfriend, I'm not ya husband
I'm not ya sugar daddy
I'm not ya best friend
Don't need no best man
Don't need no wedding band close ya mouth
And listen close to what I'm sayin

Stop playin games ho

Stop playing games ho
Now stop playin (I ain't playin wit y'all)