Da Mafia 6ix - How We Gone Play It lyrics

Whassup nigga? Crunchy bust on that hoe!
Koop bust on that nigga!
Whats up now niggas?
Lord bust on that nigga!
Boo grab that hoe, nigga!
(DJ Paul, J-Green, Shawty Trap on track)
Y'all know what the fuck it is nigga
Mafia 6ix up in this motherfucker
Guns out, blazin'
Light your whole motherfuckin' hood up hoe
Y'all already know what it is bitch
Nigga say it, that's how we gon' play it
Gonna drop the bullets at
Yo motherfuckin' head
And if you talk about it I
Hope you be about it
Cause, I won't hestitate to hit a
Nigga like they 'bout it, ya dig?

This a kick door, rowdy, rowdy pistol
Koopsta, Scarecrow - y'all hoes don't know yo
Bitch tattoos
Sippin' lean don't make 'em hard
Ripped his ass apart
Left 'em dead from the start bitch
Murder's in my mind
Seein' dead bodies dancin'
How bitch when nobody never asked me
Now scar on leg we
RedruM, bodies numb, this song, Vietnam

I got that mask to my
Fucking face I'm fiendin'
I'm 'bout to click up on
That bitch without a reason
Hey, what you bitches wanna do?
Since you out here talking shit
If you wanna run into this click
Come get yo wig split
This ain't what you want my nig
I need that dope, I need to smoke
Crazy lady never barrin' bitches
When she full of coke
(Did she say she full of coke?)
Yea that's what I said young nigga
Finger the trigger and ready to
Put it up in ya

YA! What the fuck's up nigga?
We got guns out
Change the motherfuckin' beat up

Yeah i stay comin' with that hard shit
But I don't start shit
These niggas wanna be with this
Icon how I run it
Bitch I got a click thick as hell
All my niggas goin' to hell, but it's okay
Havin' them came from there any-fucking-way
Got some niggas from the M
With cases on First 48
Got some killas from LA that'll
Gun down your whole face
We don't give a motherfucking fuck
About your fucking race
Is all it take of your fucking face, fucker!

BLAY! Step into my domicile
Throw your body on the pile
Scarecrow from the bloody nile
Vicious, wicked reptile
Rabid werewolf on the prowl
Make this millimeter growl
Ready for my murder trial
Lyrical black belt, tap 'em out
Sick sadistic mojo madness in the dojo
Blow yo chitlins out your 'fro
Shoot you in the goddamn throat
Put you in the pine box strong as an iron ox
Carbin burnin' red hot
Knock you out your fuckin' socks

YA! What the fuck's up nigga?
We got guns out
Change the motherfuckin' beat up