Mia X - Ain't 2 Be Played Wit lyrics

What, what, what, what, what, what, what
Huh nigga, huh nigga what
Huh nigga what what what what
Huh nigga what, what huh nigga what

The crime started off, bloody
It's about pistol whippins and kickins
Mama dishin' and blitzin' (Mama Mia)
Cause you hoes gon' listen
Taught to issue the pain
And distribute some cocaine
Can you fuck man, nah nah
I'm known for loosen' brains
Bitch you think that I'm playin'
Go to war by myself
Grab that gat off the shelf
Gon' say goodbye to your health
Got heroin in the mail but
Bet my dollars don't fumble
Stackin' tall like Mutombo, cause
A bitch moving bundles, rumble
It ain't no thang bitch I'm
Straight off the tank
Niggas second in motion
I'm a fool with that shank
No, I ain't 2 be trusted
When I sneak I'm straight bustin' ya mouth
And ya nose and your eyes gon' close, swole
My kid sister Sherry puttin' big holes, in ya
Po-po's trying to find the next
Nigga ya kin to
Red dot center, bullets enter ya playa haters
My lace tip split ya fuckin' decision maker
Think you can take the biggest
Mama, bring the drama, go on
But make it known, official it's on

I ain't to be played wit'
So fuck around and see what ya get
Toasting fingers to clips
Playa haters get split i'm running
Humping your shit now rock-a-bye
You look tired
So don't fight it baby close your eyes
I ain't to be played wit'
So fuck around and see what ya get
Toasting fingers to clips
Playa haters get split i'm running
Humping your shit now rock-a-bye
You look tired
So don't fight it baby close your eyes

When I hoo-ride (Tank Dogs) I only ride T-R-U
Niggas out that booty or mister Corey Jalooty
Shoot now
Fuck the convo nigga ain't no stoppin'
When it's on we poppin'
Street sweeper straight knockin'
What, what cocaine and trains
Leavin' niggas in gutters
Bringing pain to loved ones
Burning up motherfuckers
Plus if ya touch one of mine
This is how it's gonna be
I'm choppin' down your whole family tree
Forget me not, it's too hot
Up in that south, bitch you know how dirty
Better act in a hurry or
I'ma load it with thirty
Dirty, serve me nigga by the pounds and kilos
And watch the gumbo pot
We breed the fattest rocks
Bag em' after the chop
Push em' out the back door
Have the prepiest hoes runnin' buku dough
Yet the game is cold, raw dog to the bone
Gotta love Jones
For whackin' chrome upside niggas domes
If it's on then it's on ain't
No need to delay it
Bout it bout it motherfuckers no I
Ain't to be played wit'

I ain't to be played wit'
So fuck around and see what ya get
Toasting fingers to clips
Playa haters get split i'm running
Humping your shit now rock-a-bye
You look tired
So don't fight it baby close your eyes
I ain't to be played wit'
So fuck around and see what ya get
Toasting fingers to clips
Playa haters get split i'm running
Humping your shit now rock-a-bye
You look tired
So don't fight it baby close your eyes