[Intro: Playa Fly & DJ Paul]
Now you see me smilin', lookin’ wild and got a loced out face
Suckers think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgraced
Now you see me smilin', lookin' wild and got a loced out face
Suckers think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgraced
Now you see me smilin’, lookin' wild and got a loced out face
Suckers think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgraced, Playa—
Killers up in my crew won't take no shit, niggas, you better run
[Verse 1: Mista Playa Dre]
Besides my pistol lies the clip, cop-killer tip
Put the mask on the dashboard, paranoid as I shake
Takin' care of ana that circulates
The Playa Drizze, hollow thang recess yo' skull, put a nigga face in the mud
Chest down to the ground, pourin' Yak on his back, rest in peace
Layin' in the dirt, never showin' love
Sittin’ on a scheme, it’s the Storm Trooper team, on a bloody Halloween crooked type, trick or treat
Bullets come in pairs, when I shoot the double barrel in the air, cock the buckshot
Ridin' to the stash spot, with my nigga Redrum, equipped with a Tommy gun
Killer, So Serious we come with a squad
Chillin’ like the Godfather, with my nigga Red
But it ain't no lemons in this motherfuckin' mob
Don't test nuts, ’cause I'm makin' hoes duck
Never comin' up short, so don't slip in the streets
Shells on the ground, leavin' niggas in the morgue
Catch a case, when I scratch you from your family tree
Labeled as a thug in the game, now followed by the folk, got me in the scope, watched by the feds
Straight from the West to the East 'til I reach North Memphis, where the players got the police scared
While you be runnin' your mouth, I be fuckin' you niggas that cross
While you caught in my range
Izzactin' like a lizzunatic, tizzoastin' niggas
You fucked up, I lock up your brain, just to maintain
Another blood stang, pullin' the trigger, need a rob, then get blasted
Devilish ways, Playa Dre (?) on the cash
Now you see me smilin', lookin’ wild and got a loced out face
Suckers think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgraced
Now you see me smilin', lookin' wild and got a loced out face
Suckers think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgraced
Now you see me smilin’, lookin' wild and got a loced out face
Suckers think they close to me, deep inside I feel disgraced, Playa—
Killers up in my crew won't take no shit, niggas, you better run
[Verse 1: Mista Playa Dre]
Besides my pistol lies the clip, cop-killer tip
Put the mask on the dashboard, paranoid as I shake
Takin' care of ana that circulates
The Playa Drizze, hollow thang recess yo' skull, put a nigga face in the mud
Chest down to the ground, pourin' Yak on his back, rest in peace
Layin' in the dirt, never showin' love
Sittin’ on a scheme, it’s the Storm Trooper team, on a bloody Halloween crooked type, trick or treat
Bullets come in pairs, when I shoot the double barrel in the air, cock the buckshot
Ridin' to the stash spot, with my nigga Redrum, equipped with a Tommy gun
Killer, So Serious we come with a squad
Chillin’ like the Godfather, with my nigga Red
But it ain't no lemons in this motherfuckin' mob
Don't test nuts, ’cause I'm makin' hoes duck
Never comin' up short, so don't slip in the streets
Shells on the ground, leavin' niggas in the morgue
Catch a case, when I scratch you from your family tree
Labeled as a thug in the game, now followed by the folk, got me in the scope, watched by the feds
Straight from the West to the East 'til I reach North Memphis, where the players got the police scared
While you be runnin' your mouth, I be fuckin' you niggas that cross
While you caught in my range
Izzactin' like a lizzunatic, tizzoastin' niggas
You fucked up, I lock up your brain, just to maintain
Another blood stang, pullin' the trigger, need a rob, then get blasted
Devilish ways, Playa Dre (?) on the cash
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