• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Play'n it Raw - B.G
• Blowin' Hot Air - Click
• Playin' With Fire - Ayla Brown

[Talking] B.G.
I don't play
Shit real nigga
This cut throat gotta play it raw
Verse:1 Lil' Turk
Gettin' killed aint 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 get away
Gettin' chopped losin' they life by the A.K.
Everyday niggas at war niggas dyin'
Thats yo ass if you don't have it on yo waste line
Kickin' N.O.playin' by no rules realah
Like B.G. whatever you do its all on you realah
Verse:2 Juvenile
It musta been meant for me ta be rich
Only my dead niggas could of live to see this
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 ta jack me
Or nab me
Thats why when I ride on my lap be
The strap piece
Don't try ta jam one tha oneway dawg
Look cuz you aint gettin' away without no gunplay fall
You gone be in a hospital a.k.a. we never close
In a morge with a tag on yo toe
Believe this fuck with me I aint gone let it go
I'm a preach this up until the moment i'm on momo
I follow my first rhyme cuz at no second chance of life
Either niggas out cha bustin' heads for stripes
Bullshit I aint for it so get cha business
I'm a hurt one of you bitches
Let the lord be my witness
Verse:3 Lil' Wayne
What yall don't know
Lil' Wayne the nigga from hind ta grow
Quick ta strap up and ride play the blunt and lets go (what)
What yall niggas thank Wayne aint bad
Lil' baby boy thuggin' tote a K foe sag
I be up in all black behind the ski mask
Outside ya complex duckin' waitin' ta blast
I'll kick yo ass if too many questions
And I'll catch a nigga cut with two S.Ks.
Yall fake like two large silicon breasts
What you forgot head busts leave bloody messes
I leave dreadlocks in ya tennis
Buck, boys better lay it down when i'm spittin'
Put it like this in the primetime of the night you can try ta come in
But cha can't go and split it ha ha (laughing) get it
Better watch and ya mentionin' fluid ya mouth
Better rearrange ya system
Yall niggas want beef look and what
Me and Lil' Tolie in tha fire lettin' tha cash buck
So what ya scared now ha punk leave tha street
Beat cha meat
Do sumin get from 'round me
Lil shy you really thank its a game bruh
Let me show ya when them hotboys play tha game raw (what)
Verse:4 B.G.
Ya got some keys I come ta duct tape ya and rope ya
Stay low
My chopper gone let loose and super soak ya fa sho
I gets low down and dirty for my cheese
Ya know B.G. roll with 'bout it H.Bs.
We strapped
Get flipped up around and get kidnapped
Where its at
Don't bring me to a bukah you'll get capped
Its like that I won't mine just like you want yurn
I gotta get my shine on cuz I feel like its my turn
Fuck a bitch
My money is way more important I'm behind tha tints
On a mission tryin' ta get it
And I won't stop 'til I got it all in one pile
The got a hit over a nigga head for fifteen thou
I'm goin' out
To tha house
Where he lay at
I'm goin' prawl around the club where he play at
I'm a get with him
Split him
Put his heart in a jar
Go get his bitch from the bar
Collect my money from the boss
I play it raw nigga
(Chorus) Lil' Wayne
Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Ya slip up when ya thank its a game
Cuz them
Cuz them Hot Boy$ nigga
They they play tha game raw nigga
What what
Huh huh
What
Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga
Hot Boys play tha game raw nigga
Don't slip up play tha game raw nigga
Get flipped up play tha game raw nigga
Set split up play tha game raw nigga
What Hot Boy$ play tha game raw nigga
What
What
Ha what
What what
What what
Talking:
Thats how it is uh huh
Its real what
Play tha game raw nigga

[* Beep *]
[Answering Machine]
Good evening, at the tone
Pacific Standard Time will be 7:07
[The Click talking]
Ya know how us bosses step up, know what I mean
Ya do what we do and do what we do to get paid
We get paid, some quintessential, real ass niggas
Stack chips and make some money up
Ya know, I said r-realize the game
Stack chips and make some money up
I said r-realize the game
Stack chips and make some motherfuckin' money man
I s-said realize the game, mob hit nigga
Stack chips and make some motherfuckin' bank
I s-said realize the game
[E-40]
Look here, abominable, honorable
Countable, astronomical but monumental
I used sell and serve pops up out my auntie's Pinto
Still keepin' it ghetto, barbecuin' in the front yard
Slappin' bones, ton of niggas perkin'
Recitin' lyrics from my songs
Ain't nobody hurtin' we all workin'
Tryin' to have loot, in the studio
With hangovers tryin' to re-coop
I get down, ballin' like Kobe Bryant
You niggas is lousy, small things to a giant
How you gonna be swappin' up my style
And goin' off by a crack in my units
I'ma stick to the shit that made The Click
The super kind, I love to spit
That nigga 40 vicious, he got speech I heard him
Took his music out of the streets
Policy out on a small fee
Now to be clear, without equal
Both young and new MCs out for dinner
Crackin' ho ass niggas off something gravy
Especially when I get to doin' it by the way, hey
So that nigga told me, that's square
But why ya wanna get in on that sucker sauce B
I didn't ask you to get on this album
Cause he knew I'd fuck him off
[Hook]
Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money
I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin' hot air)
Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money
I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin' hot air)
Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money
I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin' hot air)
Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money
I s-said realize the game (I said ya blowin' hot air)
[D Shot]
I couldn't hold myself back my niggas
I'm no longer in the background niggas
It's 2000 and I'm shittin' on niggas
I'm callin' shots to the streets my nigga
So niggas, they run and hide under bosses
No longer in California cause it's too many crosses
You fucked around and got a tip from a mad bitch
Cause you was next on the motherfuckin' hit list
You got ya ghetto pass revoked cause you ain't real
If you didn't get to steppin' you was gettin' killed
Rapper, slash street hustler
They both the same, a buster is a buster
Ain't got no chance to revive yourself
Get that buster out ya soul and ask God for help
Nigga, times is a wastin'
What the fuck ya gon' do, ain't nobody got no patience
[B-Legit]
Nigga this ain't no fun, dat nigga (Nigga)
Nigga this'll have yo hat tacked nigga (Nigga)
Lay ya head flat dat nigga (Nigga)
Smashin' up the wrong way nigga (Nigga)
Niggas side to side, shoulder shoulder
Ain't never stepped foot outside without my bulldozer
Hops off in the Nova, we keeps it cheesy and real greasy
Like Church's with game for you to purchase
Keep bitch niggas nervous
Nigga this Click shit, don't get it misconscrued
It's nothin' to catch yo bitch ass on a move
We don't lose, nigga we like them V's we batter and bruise
And leave ya ass leakin' sloppy for the ten o'clock news
[Hook]
[D Shot]
I'm off that Click shit, sick shit
Hog shit, mob shit
Fuck with my family you get yo jaw split
Off the 2-11 still reserved, I'm on one
Strike a inner in a T-Bird, I blow one
We on that nigga shit, I can't believe it
Ya so damn niggarish, best believe it
A got some bad come holler at me
Ya hope to take the THC, hit ya for the half P
[B-Legit]
I'm slippery, see it's trickery to get with me
Claimin' victory, leavin' niggas hickory
Party history, things remain a mystery
Got the quick of me, niggas ain't shit to me
Swiftly ain't no ands buts or ifs with me
I'm sickery, state pen stickery
Ice pickerly, main vein literally
It's part of me, I'm hard on the arteries
Got the arch with me, fuck a nigga parking E
Cross this T, then send him out to sea
Where the bodies be deep and titanicaly
Franticaly, some niggas panicky
I'm the sample G, I handle things savagely
Above average things, especially for the cabbage tree
Niggas mad at me and really ain't around me
For your anatomy it's fully automatically
[E-40 talking]
And I said to myself,
Ya know what pimpin'
Dude a lot of these niggas is tardy and they need a tutor
Due to the fact that a lot of these niggas
Wasn't brought up under the umbrella
Ya know, and a lot of these triple OG ass niggas
They ain't really been passin' the game down
Like we was laced and groomed on
Ya know what I mean back in the early 80s
Ya know what I mean, to these young niggas man
I mean I analyze this shit nigga
I mean it is small things to a giant
The way I do these damn things man
I mean a lot of these niggas, hey you know what
I've been caught between a rock and a political hard place
On how to explain the game to these squares man
I mean these niggas is just a square
As my motherfuckin' back pockets man
I'm off this Colo Vasey, this is Click shit all day
On you bitch ass niggas

I saw you walkin down 5th on Friday hand in hand with a
red head
Did she find her way into your bed?
But all I know is that you kissed her in the backseat
I had enough so I had to leave
But the thought kept running through my mind all night
I’m not the kinda girl who follows your terms now you
have a lesson to learn
So don’t mess with me cuz I can be a matchstick dripped
in keroscene
Baby all I need is one good reason to strike it up and
brand you a liar
Oh boy when you’re playing with me
You’re playing with fire
What was it like when you had your way with Ginger?
Did she take control like I do? And if you had a choice
who would you choose?
As a matter of fact I don’t care you’re wasting my time
I’m wasting my air
I’m not the kind girl who follows your terms now you have
a lesson to learn