Master P - Stop Playing Wit Me lyrics

HOOODY HOOOOO! Knuckle up nigga
When we catch y'all
We gon' bust y'all and y'all dicks up
All bitch ass niggaz

Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better
Stop playin wit me

Tear da club up nigga! Whassup NOW? HUH!
Tear da club up nigga!

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 motherfuckin 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 fuck
If I died and went to hell
See I'm vicious, fuck it, nightlight's on
And at fourteen, I hit a nigga
With that chrome
Now y'all want mercy, but y'all bitches
Can't hurt me
Cause I used to sell dope, with my daddy
Big Percy
And at sixteen I was headed straight to juve'
For a hot fuckin car, some dope, and a uzi
And then at eighteen nigga 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 shit got shady
I mean it got crazy
Niggas rolled through and bust
(HA?) we hit the dust
They killed the old man but
The bitches missed us

Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better
Stop playin wit me

Pick up the paper, couple of niggas, deceased
(Man did you kill em P?)
Who the fuck are you -
The Feds or the police?
I changed my fuckin 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 shit
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 fuck, if I go, to the pen
(ya heard me?)

Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better
Stop playin wit me

Now in the rap game
Well it just like the dope game
Cause niggas jack and kill
For lyrics and beats
Like it's crack, or cocaine
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 shit
And fuckin wit No Limit
Now y'all niggas can start
But we gon' ride and finish it

Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better
Stop playin wit me

Y'all better stop playin with
These motherfuckin veterans rookies!
(Tear the club up nigga)
With some motherfuckin hands on flats
(Tear the club up nigga) stop playin wit me
(Tear the club up nigga) stop playin wit me
(Where the bitches at? Where the niggas at?)
Stop playin wit me
(Where the bitches at? Where the niggas at?)
Y'all better stop playin wit me
(Where the bitches at? Where the niggas at?)
(Where the bitches at? Where the niggas at?)
(Get em up nigga get em up nigga)
(Get em up nigga get em up nigga)
(Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it)
(Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it)
(Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it)
(Don't make us enemy nigga)