Play’n it Raw B.G. (Ft. Hot Boys)

[Intro: B.G.]
I don't play
This shit real, nigga
It's cutthroat, you got's to play it raw

[Verse 1: Turk]
Gettin' killed, ain't no thang, in the N.O
Some people live, some people get smoked
Life trap, get crossed up by them dog hoes
Like shit, get masked out over dog hoes
Really doe, bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get hit, even little kids
Niggas be lookin', like they at a shootin' range
Don't give a fuck who they hittin', they just do they thang
Bullets be coastin', like birds in a flock
Hit yo block with camouflage, nigga, gone get got
A hundred shots flippin', you can't get away
Gettin' chopped, losin' they life, by the A.K
Everyday, niggas at war, niggas dyin'
That's yo ass if you don't have it on yo waist line
Kickin' in doors, playin' by no rules realah
Like B.G., whatever you do, it's all on you realah

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
It must of been meant for me to be rich
If only my dead niggas could've lived to see it
I appreciate what the Lord gave to me
But I don't appreciate is how these niggas be hatin' me
What is it? is it the car? is it the jewels? Is it the shoes?
Or do you want to see what a nigga gone do?
I know a nigga plottin' up to jack me, or nab me
That's why when I ride, on my lap be the strap piece
Don't try to jam me on the one-way, dawg
Look, cuz you ain't gettin' away without no gunplay fog
You gone be in a hospital, a.k.a. we never close
In a morgue with a tag on yo toes
Believe this, fuck with me, I ain't gone let it go
I'ma preach this, up until the moment I'm no more
I followed my first rhyme, cuz ain't no second chance of life
These lil' niggas outchea bustin' heads for stripes
Bullshit, I ain't for it, so get ya some business
I'm a hurt one of you bitches, let the Lord be my witness