Play At All

(Berge always flexin')
That's not all, mm, mm
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Brother say he ain't goin' nowhere, fair play you know my soul clean
It's dangerous, I don't even know them
But all these people, they know me
On the interstate duckin' police
Only up, 'cause I can't go to sleep
Niggas wanna murder me, he made it out of surgery

From the North, came home from a first-degree
Started rappin', now, he takin' off
How you leavе him on a murder scene?
With holеs in his head, white chalk 'em out
You know I ain't comin' in if I can't get my stick involved
Lil' brother smack his blick at him, don't feel bad if you play at all

I just want a gangster bitch like Queen Latifah, set it off
I know I got anger issues, might flash if you don't answer my call
I got brothers spankin' shit, they on you if I give 'em one call
We ain't got no pics with this, we spinnin' 'til we get 'em all

I'm the skully one who handles this dirty shit
I seen a brick come from a ball
Say, "Bro, pick up, nigga, this some urgent shit"
I think somebody followed the car (this might be my last call)
Hit up they shit, it's gon' go down
Behind Lil Top, you know it's wild
Gunners comin' with a hundred round

They, they be like, "There go that boy" (oh)
Big pistol weigh a hundred pounds (oh)
Gave, that bitch my fuckin' heart (oh)
Now, she fuckin' with the fuckin' rounds (oh)
Ain't trippin' on that, just hope you proud (Huh)
We comin' around to hunt you down
Give me time to think about

Brother say he ain't goin' nowhere, fair play you know my soul clean
It's dangerous, I don't even know them
But all these people, they know me
On the interstate duckin' police
Only up, 'cause I can't go to sleep
Niggas wanna murder me, he made it out of surgery

From the North, came home from a first-degree
Started rappin', now, he takin' off
How you leave him on a murder scene
With holes in his head, white chalk 'em out
You know I ain't comin' in if I can't get my stick involved
Lil' brother smack his blick at him, don't feel bad if you play at all

(Lil' brother smack his blick at him, don't feel bad if you play at all)
(From the North, came home from a first-degree)



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Writer(s): Jeffrey Tate, Michael Roberge, Ellis Rheams
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