[Intro: B.G.]
I don't play
This shit real, nigga
It's cutthroat, you got's to play it raw
[Verse 1: Turk]
Gettin' killed, ain't no thang, in the N.O
Some people live, some people get smoked
Life trap, get crossed up by them dog hoes
Like shit, get masked out over dog hoes
Really doe, bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get hit, even little kids
Niggas be lookin', like they at a shootin' range
Don't give a fuck who they hittin', they just do they thang
Bullets be coastin', like birds in a flock
Hit yo block with camouflage, nigga, gone get got
A hundred shots flippin', you can't get away
Gettin' chopped, losin' they life, by the A.K
Everyday, niggas at war, niggas dyin'
That's yo ass if you don't have it on yo waist line
Kickin' in doors, playin' by no rules realah
Like B.G., whatever you do, it's all on you realah
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
It must of been meant for me to be rich
If only my dead niggas could've lived to see it
I appreciate what the Lord gave to me
But I don't appreciate is how these niggas be hatin' me
What is it? is it the car? is it the jewels? Is it the shoes?
Or do you want to see what a nigga gone do?
I know a nigga plottin' up to jack me, or nab me
That's why when I ride, on my lap be the strap piece
Don't try to jam me on the one-way, dawg
Look, cuz you ain't gettin' away without no gunplay fog
You gone be in a hospital, a.k.a. we never close
In a morgue with a tag on yo toes
Believe this, fuck with me, I ain't gone let it go
I'ma preach this, up until the moment I'm no more
I followed my first rhyme, cuz ain't no second chance of life
These lil' niggas outchea bustin' heads for stripes
Bullshit, I ain't for it, so get ya some business
I'm a hurt one of you bitches, let the Lord be my witness
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
What, y'all don't know?
Lil Wayne, the nigga from Holly Grove
Quick to strap up and ride, blaze a blunt, and lets go
What? What y'all niggas think? Wayne ain't bad?
Lil' baby boy thuggin', tote a K foe sag
I be up in all black, behind the ski mask
Outside ya complex duckin', waitin' to blast
I'll kick yo ass if too many questions
And I'll catch a nigga cut with two S.K.s
Y'all fake like two large silicon breasts
What you forgot? head busters leave bloody messes
I leave dreadlocks in ya tennis
Duck, boys better lay it down when I'm spittin'
Put it like this, in the primetime of the night, you can try to come in
But ya can't go and split it, ha ha, get it
Better watch the names you mentionin', close ya mouth
Better rearrange ya sentences
Y'all niggas want beef, look, and what?
Me and Lil' Tolie in the fire just lettin' the cash bust
So what ya scared now, huh? Punk, flee the street
Beat ya meat
Do somethin' to get from 'round me
Lil Shae, you really think it's a game, bruh?
Well we'll show ya when them Hot Boys play the game raw
What?
[Verse 4: B.G]
Ya got some keys, I come to duct tape ya and rope ya, stay low
My chopper gone let loose and super soak ya, for sure
I gets low down and dirty for my cheese, ya know
B.G. roll with 'bout it H.B.s, we strapped
You flip, fuck around, and get kidnapped, where it's at
Don't bring me to a bukah, you'll get capped, it's like that
I want mine just like you want yours
I gotta get my shine on cuz I feel like it's my turn
Fuck a bitch, my money is way more important
I'm behind the tints
On a mission tryin' to get it
And I won't stop, till I got it all in one pile
They got a hit over a nigga head for fifteen thou'
I'm goin' out, to the house, where he lay at
I'm goin' prowl, around the club where he play at
I'ma get with him, split him, put his heart in a jar
Go get his bitch from the bar
Collect my money from the boss
I play it raw, nigga
[Outro: Lil Wayne, B.G.]
Hot Boys play the game raw, nigga (Raw nigga)
Hot Boys play the game raw, nigga (Uh, raw nigga)
Hot Boys play the game raw, nigga (Uh, raw nigga)
Ya slip up when you think it's a game
Cuz them, cuz them Hot Boys, nigga
They, they play the game raw, nigga (The life)
What, what, huh, huh, what? (Play it raw, nigga)
Hot Boys play the game raw, nigga (It's cutthroat)
Hot Boys play the game raw, nigga (The shit real, believe that shit real, nigga)
Hot Boys play the game raw, nigga
Hot Boys play the game raw, nigga
Don't slip up, play the game raw, nigga
Get flipped up, play the game raw, nigga
Set split up, play the game raw, nigga
What? Hot Boys play the game raw, nigga
What, what?
Ha what?
What, what?
What, what?
That's how it is (Uh huh)
Its real, what?
Play the game raw, nigga (And what?)
(What's up, shorty?)
Hot Boys play the game raw, nigga
For sure (For sure)
Ha, don't slip up
Get your trap flipped up (Get you got)
It's easy, cuz, Hot Boys play the game raw, nigga
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