Play This Game

[Hook: Maestro Williams] You really don't wanna play this game with me (Produced by Silent Riot) You really don't wanna play this game with me (The Maestro what up, what up? D12, Return of the Dozen Volume 2) You really don't wanna play this game with me [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] This is not a novel, I guess hotter than earth's lava I'm mobbin' on your squad, while they poppin' they bottles They'd rather not bother, this godfather of assassination The frank nitty of Wayne County is not facin' any charges When these men are at large, you be writin' dedication songs Singin' to your mama, I'll beat you out of your misery A hot [?] that got Satan pullin' on his sleeve I'm in this industry, waitin' for [?] to mention me On these streets, they see me, they turn their cheeks instantly On the brink of unquestioned insanity, turnin' beef to vegetables I'm committed inside of a murderous matrimony It's more than your blood and cholesterol I had your soul drownin' in O.E These [?] O.D. for me Been fathomin' the thought of tryin' to hold me For no reason, this grim reaper approaches [?] in four seasons [Hook: Maestro Williams] How much you wanna bet my gun is bigger than yours? You really don't want to play this game with me I got the thermal infrared that can see through doors You really don't want to play this game with me I got sawed off, I'm fully auto by my side If it's pointin' at you, then you're probably gonna die So as long as you know that you're gambling with your life You really don't want to play this game with me [Verse 2: Kuniva] This isn't time to sit ponderin' pain It's like I'm livin' in vain Take a chance, it's still a glance to see these [?] insane Holla if you wanna go that route I got that old school .38 on me, pull the throwback out Mothafucka, get your Kodak out I will embarrass you and leave a [?] hangin' Cut the strings off your parachute Invade your sector Supreme neck protector With big red dots on your chest like a neck oar Before you say our name, hold that mouth Or they'll be pullin' your body from out a fold-out couch My daddy died They killed my brother-in-law I'm goin' psycho My earth pass There's no tellin' how far a [?] might go I am my own master A livin' Avalanche A walkin' disaster Killin' spirits and huntin' Casper You must've had shrooms for dinner Stay in your padded room Twelve-thirty, your face with a razor [Hook: Maestro Williams] How much you wanna bet my gun is bigger than yours? You really don't want to play this game with me I got the thermal infrared that can see through doors You really don't want to play this game with me I got sawed off, I'm fully auto by my side If it's pointin' at you, then you're probably gonna die So as long as you know that you're gambling with your life You really don't want to play this game with me [Verse 3: Bizarre] I'm done talkin' It's time for beefin' Who the fuck wanna fight? When the hell we meet? It's Devil Night Catch you trick or treatin' Seven miles of style Catch your ass beatin' Life is bad It's by your tags Four in the mornin', drivin' mad Who think they bad? You a fag You should work for GLAD Bunch of bitch ass girls Like J.J. Fad Life is bad No mom and dad Beat and punch Bruise and stab Writin' and laugh I'm stretched out, [?] I release the anger Gun in my mouth One in the chamber We jump, [?] Stomp, [?] [?] need air We with the pumpin', [?] I go in cribs and smack [?]' mamas Five thousand Real Rush Obama Fuck it [Hook: Maestro Williams] How much you wanna bet my gun is bigger than yours? You really don't want to play this game with me I got the thermal infrared that can see through doors You really don't want to play this game with me I got sawed off, I'm fully auto by my side If it's pointin' at you, then you're probably gonna die So as long as you know that you're gambling with your life You really don't want to play this game with me