Play that shit (we don't play that)

featuring Juvenile Lil' Wayne Musalini Maze (Goldfingaz)

Verse 1:
[Lil' Wayne of the Hot Boys]
They call me the youngest headbuster walkin'
Thugged out and all black calicole sparklin'
A guerilla till I die bless me when I'm death
But for the bread I bring ya anybody head
That's how I play it I don't hold back
I told Dancer be on the spot were ya sold crack
Nigga feel played, they step up and get blown back
I burn 'em twice with a black rusty old Mag
Now block a Nigga, get off me

Verse 2:
[Juvenile of the Hot Boys]
Get some off that, buy the weed and blow that bitch up
Won't play with me, like I'ma choke that bitch up
Keep it on the turf, I might be killin' to get mine
New prints on the back, I make a million big time
I'll always be a thug, until I'm trippin' and crazy
I'ma always stay close with Suga Slim, Wayne and Baby
Runnin' with a team off cut-throats and backsliders
All day bullshittin', necklaces and homicides

Chorus: x4
[Noreaga]
Cash Money Niggas, they don't play that shit
Thugged Out Niggas, we don't play that shit

Verse 3:
[Noreaga]
Thugged Out, Cash Money, ha
B.G, Juvenile ain't funny ha
We try to, get that paper like Bugs Bunny ha
Yo we in the projects with my little honey ha
Yo what up Kiko, you get's real (?)
We got's this, chicks to slauve, that right outta Kansas
Ayyo, these countless bitches
We used to fuck 'em on campus
You my roley, ha, ha
I'm your roley, ha, ha
Fuck with us, you think a Nigga fuckin' holy, ha
Semi, Latin cruise, down the Baton Rouge
Then I, got a Hummer that's sittin' on 32's
But for the hood, we got the eastcoast locked
Magnolia and Iraq, now that's my spots
Come anywhere near there and still be shot
Prat Niggas, shot Niggas, shot Niggas, shot Niggas
Shot, shot

Chorus: x4

Verse 4:
[Musalini of Thugged Out Ent.]
>From N.Y to N.O, Thugged Out and Cash Money
I'm a thug B, how you gonna stop hungry
We eatin' pop doubly and beef, we pop dummies
Run up in hood honey's, it's all good sunny
Throw your sets up Nigga
Throw your side up Nigga
Ride or die young Nigga
Get high young Nigga
Stay fly young Nigga
Do what you gotta, survive young Nigga

Verse 5:
[Maze of Thugged Out Ent.]
Live we fly down in New Orleans
Get it purpulatin'
You smell me, keep that fire green circulating
Thugged Out with Cash Money
Thugs we stash your arm
Weeds get blazed from your face till feet
With us all we stay deep, got beef we're surroundin'
My Niggas cock back Mags from here to sum the houses
Get rocked or get it on if you bout it
Cause boy you're in the zone
You take routes quick like boy Jones

Chorus: x4

Play that shit, play that shit, play that shit