(Willie D)
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Don't say I didn't warn ya
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About playin' them hoe games
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Like callin' me out on my name
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Some a y'all are still gonna try to show off
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And get busted in ya goddamn mouth
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I won't undetstand how a man can call a man
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A bitch or a hoe and be playin'
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In my book that's a no-no
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Your mouth don't write a check that your ass can't cash bro
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Pop you on the (?????) for what
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Niggas done got when they played too much
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Willie D'll tap a bitch and that's it
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Anything else is punk shit
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I'll give you some a this *shots*
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And some a this *shots*
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Their just special effects but you can bet
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I got something to make them hoes ease up off me black
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Cause homie don't play that
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A lot of suckers got they as kicked
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Cause hard heads and rankin don't mix
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But if you gonna cap on each other
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You gotta know when it's gettin personal sucker
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Instead of eatin up your homeboys grill
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See that's how a nigga gettin killed
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Fools like to joke when your serious
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So to kill the bullshit I stopped fuckin wit her, period
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Don't snatch my hat off my head like we're homies
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And greet me wit a (????) cause you don't know me
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Play with your mother or your father
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You ain't got no pussy I don't even wanna be bothered
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And you bet' not act like you wanna swang
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Cause I'm pretty good with them thangs
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So call my bluff, do what you like and
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I'ma make you read these Nikes
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Wrastlin' ain't masculine
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You say you wanna go to war B
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Instead of tryin' to test me
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Horse playin' like an adolescent
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Will get your ass wrapped up like a present
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Your compliments ain't nutthin' but a racket
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Your whole conversation is plastic
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You say you like my new jacket
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Jealous motherfucka even sound sarcastic
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It's in your voice when we shootin' the shit
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Maytag ass nigga ain't nuttin but a bitch
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Ain't got no back cause your always frontin' black
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Man homie don't play that
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I don't play that
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Lets take it all the way back
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Niggas say I'm crazy
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When I say keep your comments about my lady
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They say "Your lucky, I wish I had a girl like that"
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I never smile cause I know where they hearts is at
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All in front of my girl sayin' how pretty she looks
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Game recognized, I wrote the book
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"Got a good thing, hold tight, don't lose her brother"
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You may as well straight up say you wanna fuck her
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Still waters run deep man
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And ain't nothing worse than one who fronts like a friend
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Call your crib when they know you ain't home
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Tryin' to rap to your girl on the telephone
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Snake in the grass I see him comin
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From a mile away I start gunnin'
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And everytime one drops
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You can see a card wit they face on it in the mailbox
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See we ain't that cool
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Where you can play wit my girl
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And try to get a free feel fool
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Or conversate wit us alone
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Then I have to step in and stop ya from goin' on and on
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With that idle chatter
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You say your just bein' friendly ain't that a bitch
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You could be my brother, my father, but the fact
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Is homie don't play that
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I don't play that
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Man homie don't play that
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Homie Don't Play That
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