They'll Never Play Me

This for my thug, thug
 Drug, drug
 And guns, guns
 Come on, come on
 Come on, it's the ROC nigga
 Yo, yo
 Ayo niggas wanna hate me cause I run thugs
 Show no love and my guns bust
 And I got your bitch on my nuts and I push two trucks
 You niggas out here gone do what?
 Nothing but talk about it
 You niggas ain't bout it, bout it
 You see Bleek
 J-I-G from the hat to sneaks
 Dem them jordans but what's important
 You niggers scheming
 I told y'all, I got my mind right
 And my money right
 I brought a new tech and believe my shit air right
 The game nigga love it, leave it
 It ain't gone change nigga
 From my hood to your hood
 This shit the same nigga
 You see me hopping out
 Coping that Bel –v
 I ride for my family
 Fuck could you tell me
 Its ROC La Familia
 No one down with us
 No one ride with us
 No one side with us
 We came gunning
 Busting fuck it, it aint nothing
 I got mine now get yours
 And nigga stop frontin'
 1 - Still these niggers hate me
 But I sit back and laugh
 I got cash, I play the back
 And I be counting my math
 And they will never play me
 I got guns, I got ones, I got sons
 I got niggas who could get that done
 And still these niggers hate me
 But I sit back and laugh
 I got cash, I play the back
 And I be counting my math
 And they will never play me
 I got guns, I got ones, I got sons
 I got niggas who could get that done
 Yo, ayo I get's it crunk with that pump
 Or letting that pistol blow
 Niggas hate but I'm sticking this dick down they bitches throat
 I hear them saying
 He only sold half a mill
 You know what I'm saying nigga I spend half your deal
 So go ahead with that dumb shit
 I push tinted SUV's
 Which is one bitch
 With that fifth in just one clip
 My fans asking me bleek, you dissing squads?
 Ma im dissing everyone
 And everyone feel they involve
 Who ever hating
 Contemplating about my situations
 Wanna know my moves
 Wanna find out if a nigga station
 Wanna know the co'ds
 Wanna know if I get low my company
 Do I got chrome
 Nigger don't compare me to Jay-Z
 I pop my collar, hollar
 All about the drama blowing scama
 Pockets stay filled with that good marijuana
 But you lames hating
 Cause I'm in the lake on them daytons
 Taking pictures, hitting switches
 Pulling over bad bitches
 I'm laying right
 My dogs stay they eating right
 Guns looking right
 And dog I bust them right
 For that brick
 For that check
 For that coke
 For that flow
 Dog I let's them go
 Set up shop and blow
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