Play Around
Lil' Cease f/ Lil' Kim, Joe Hooker, &Mr. Bristale

Intro:
(Puffy)
As we proceed
To give you what you need
BIG, muthafuckas
Lil' Cease, muthafuckas

Verse 1:
(Mr. Bristale)
Yo, handsome Hansun
Got dough like the Hansons
Niggas come fast, went out, like Helly Hanson
Mr. Bristale
You will never catch me dancin'
Often prancin', only in a mansion
In the party, I'm high and drunk
I see glancin'
Never blow my cool even if it's jammin'
If shit hit the fan then I got the cannon
Cock, lick shots, leave 'em where they standin'
You can call the cops
I never get ran in
Call Blake C.
Ya'll get the understandin'
Who my man is
Who the fam is
All that nonsense you talk
Can it, we own the planed
It's a definite
Fam over money, reppin' it
Armageddon it
Destroy e'rything when we settin' it
You delicate
Far away in the country where you better get
Hesitant
Man, ya'll need to get wit some veterans

Chorus:
You don't wanna play around
You don't wanna play around
You don't wanna play around with me
No more
I'll crush you
(repeat)

Verse 2:
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo, yo
Ya'll don't know what ya'll started
Push the button
See the dough flip form the carpet
Me and Bris about to lock down the market
Gats be sparkin'
They lie too
Got crips in blood, that part true
B-Roc I'ma die for you
'Til this day, I'm a ride for you
And God forbid, gotta die too
When you pull that gat, I'll be right beside you
To guide you on who to hit and not to
If a cat's guilty, got to die too
That's the real-a
You're talkin' to the roach killa
Fro more scrilla
About to upset New York like Reggie Miller
Once, they say, you turn thug, you turn killa
Man, it's hard to turn back when they feel ya
That's why they tell ya you're nobody 'til some body kill ya
That's why I tell ya "Play it back," don't get too familiar
'Cause if you get too close, my man might clap an' kill ya
Fo' real-a

Chorus

Verse 3:
(Lil' Kim)
Screw all you broads
I blows like suits
Girls don't shake my  hand
They salute the lieutenant
Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal highness
Pocahontas
Mafia's behind us
Ballin' like Utah
Didn't thing a ghetto star could come this far
From pushin' Buicks to can apple red Jaguars
Please think I'm rich
I could rock a orthopedic shoe, a furry Kangol, an' a cowboy suit
And still be th pimp of the night when I come through
You be on the side holdin' ya cups like the bums do
Waitin' for the Queen to put some change in it
I pull out a G and drop it
With a hundred grand left in my pocket
I promoted these hits
So I gots to make a profit
And all the ends I sends to mens, down they scarf it
Me and Lil' Cease, it's part two, we partners
Layin' hatas down like carpenters
So pardon us
Like Nikes, we just do it
We ain't amateurs to the game
We used to it
And all the bodies I killed
Keep 'em on file
So when they anniversaries come, we pop Cristall
Ask Bristal, the Golden child
Ta-dow
Take it how I give it
You talk it, you live it
And don't forget it

Chorus (repeat 'til end)