We Don’t Play Styles P (Ft. Lloyd Banks)

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Do the same thing, get the same results
Creeping like Batman, stronger than The Hulk
Running to the bank teller, dump it for the vault
On my town shit, Ben Affleck
Whole nigga cause most men just half-step
I ride hard motherfucka and I ain't crash yet
You don't know, or you do know
I'm like Mario Puzo with Cujo
You don't get it? I'm a prolific animal, every verse flammable
Weird like Murdoch, thinkin' like Hannibal
Man like Face but I'm wild like B.A
Bullets to your head when you talkin' to the D.A
Talking to the judge, and I be in the cab cause I think the car bugged
I don't play with hard luck
Killing your homeboy now you call it hard love
Treat you like a blunt how I'm getting you sparked up

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Nigga we don't play! We handle problems the worst way
We'll get you shot stabbed robbed on your birthday
Nigga you ain't got no business 'round here in the first place
Look at everybody chilling - well fuck that!
I'ma play the villain - fuck that! I'm here to make a killin'
All money's good money, weed and liquor stealin'
Small money, tall money, nigga we want it all
Left hand on the wheel, other hand on the draw