(feat. H.A.W.K., BZE) 



[talking] 

Y2K-1, the game has just begun 

Go down, S.U.C. don't play won't play 

All day hogging, better get it 

Go get it, and come back with it 



[Mr. 3-2] 

2001, living in big houses big Benzes 

Mr. 3-2, gon get paid to the ending 

Mind on winning, big faces spending 

The thug life of men is, mashing but no chicken 

Yellow bone women, or the sugar browns 

Sweet blacks, bring my stacks back from out of town 

You know how I get down, real down and dirty 

Mafia lifestyle, I don't think that you heard me 

We gangstas still moving birdies, till thangs get better 

Cheddar recognize cheddar, I'm a big head go-getter 

In any kind of weather, cause I'm a universal playa 

Able to blend in, in the ditch or anywhere 

Baby I'm a baller, you ain't recognize that 

I stay looking good, and my bank account fat 

So pull out the red plack, I'ma take my respect 

Cause I'm real to this game, a true O.G. vet 



[Hook] 

Won't play, don't play 

Never did, ever since a little bitty kid - 2x 

Mob with us, or get mobbed over 

You should of listened, to what your mama told ya 

Mob bosses, accepting no losses in the struggle 

Let your mouth overlook your ass, you in trouble 



[H.A.W.K.] 

Don't play, won't play never did 

Split your wig, smoke a cig 

Do you dig, what I'm saying I ain't playing 

I'll get the gat and start spraying, so start praying 

Gun in my lap, as I quietly creep 

I'm bout to roll down the window, and put the whole block to sleep 

I'm playing for keeps, I'm in this shit to win 

Like a gauge spinning slugs, straight through your abdomen 

A right cross through your chin, God forgive me for my sins 

But niggaz don't comprehend, that I don't have no friends 

Representing Dead End, till the casket close 

And real playas get chose, but fuck these nothing-ass hoes 

H-A-Dub-K, till I'm old and grey 

And if you get out of line, it's may-day may-day 

You better move out my way, when you cross me in these streets 

Or back-back back-back, and give me fifty feet 



[Hook] 



[BZE] 

Won't play don't play, never did my nigga 

Hogging since a kid, my nigga 

In your face with Street Game, B-Zo got official 

Gulf Coast Texas raised, rich nigga 

That's that nigga untamed, with my partna Jack Tripper 

That really don't play, run around with a gauge 

To get that AK, nigga top done raised 

Put on them Gucci shades, up on it displays 

We don't play never did, pop the lid it sooths the soul 

H-A-W-K, make 'em pay the toll 

Southside still hold, you niggaz and bitch no friends 

That's straight from my T. Lady, straight to my kid 

I won't play cocked and ready, from my partna Hard Boy 

For realer life Street Game, nigga that's my entourage 

Don't forget about my click nigga, they stay on the thoed 

I won't say your name nigga, you know how it go we don't play nigga 



[Hook]