Intro .......... Max Julien a/k/a Goldie

Big Bad Mama .......... Foxy Brown

Hard To Get (Revisited) .......... Rick James & Richie Rich

I Gotta Know .......... Playa

Young Cassanovas .......... Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Down Wit Us .......... Redman

The Usual Suspects .......... Mic Geronimo

How To Be A Playa .......... Master P

It's A Cold Day (The Funk Wit U Mix) .......... Too Short

Interlude .......... Max Julien a/k/a Goldie

Street 2 Street .......... Jayo Felony

In The Wind .......... Eightball & MJG

Never Seen Before .......... EPMD

Never Wanna Let You Go .......... Absolute

When The Playas Live .......... Crucial Conflict

Troublesome .......... 2 Pac

Say What .......... Dymon

If U Stay Ready (Remix) .......... Suga Free

Don't Ever .......... Black Azz Chill

Outro .......... Max Julien a/k/a Goldie

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[Fox] Ahh, Trackmasters
My boo
[Dru] Dru Hill, Foxy
[Fox] Right
[Dru] Ill na na na, Na Na
[Fox] Na Na, uhh, that's the shit

[Verse One: Foxy Brown]

Playa haters ery minute wanna stop my dough (uh-huh)
And every other minute wanna rock my flow (you know)
And every third minute, y'all wanna swerve in it
Come quick like a virgin in it... aowwww!
So far, came through this year with no bra
Sheer shirt, shakin my Na Na, this head hurt
Got em strung, let em know I'm like a Icee
for the best effect you got to use your tongue
Find my G-Spot get me hot I'm ill
Foxy, chocolate baby, Got Milk?
Shake that ass like you just don't care
Cause y'all just rookies of the year, what?
Work niggaz, like you one of the live niggaz
Fly niggaz, known to handle a pie nigga
Chick in the, off-white pearl six
on the cellular, gettin them open like Girl 6
It's on

[Chorus: Dru Hill (with variations)]

She's a bad mamma jamma
Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as can be)
Heyyy, she's a bad mamma jamma
Just as Foxy as can be (as Foxy as she can be)

[Verse Two: Foxy Brown]

Player haters ery minute wanna see your clothes (uh-huh)
Then every other minute wanna know what you drove (uhhh)
Then every third minute, wanna know if the fur's rented
That's why I got no time for hoes
It's the Brown Fox, surround blocks, sound nice
See me dressed, D-B-S, Brown rocks
See me just, play the low pro
Got these rap chicks in a chokehold, biotch!
Basically, you're wastin your time hatin me
I'm like one point five, got to make it three
My name will forever ring
Got em screamin "Damn Fox!" on erything, hell yeah
for the paper rip a hot draft
Only for the right dough shorty got that? Still in here
I'll be down when you're goin broke, Ill Na Na
Master Tracks like Tone and Poke, and it's on

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Foxy Brown]

Playa haters ery minute wanna shit on wax (uh-huh)
Then every other minute talk behind your back (uh-huh)
Then every third minute wanna rock you Venice and Bourbon
Nah I ain't got time for dat... that's why
I fakes no jacks, I got chips to gain
I'm like Bo Jack baby, I'm hip to the game
I know it well, rock Prada over Chanel
A H-Class hoe with the H. Findel
Rhyme deep in footwear, via Spiga
Like Aaliyah, One in a Million
There's MC's in this rap shit comin in illin
like I did, laid the groundwork for five hits
Member when I told y'all first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
Love yourself, put no one above thee
Cause ain't nobody gon' fuck me like me, it's on

[Chorus 2X]

[Dru Hill sings a bunch of na na na's and YAHOO!'s]

[Verse One: Rick James]

Ooooh yeah
Girl, you're cute (cute), you're sweet (sweet)
You're a such a sexy treat, child
You are the girl that turns me on, yeah
And when you're hot (hot), you're hot (hot)
I love the stuff you got, yeah
You are the kinky girl I write about in every song

[Interlude:]

Doom doo dah, doo dah, do-doo-dah, do-doo-doo-dah
Doo doo bump em, baby
Doom doo dah, don't be so hard to get, yeah
Doom doo dah, doo dah, do-doo-dah, do-doo-doo-dah
Doo doo bump em, baby
Doom doo dah, don't be so hard to get, yeah
Doom doo dah, doo dah, do-doo-dah, do-doo-doo-dah
Doo doo bump em, baby
Doom doo dah, cos I will get you yet

[Chorus: Rick James]

Baby, what's your phone number?
Don't be so hard to get, baby, baby, bay-by
[repeat]

[Verse Two: Richie Rich]

A cat like me, love to stack, man
Though my thoughts be to page a black girl
Hands on boots if it's after 2
Fall thru, watch what I do to you
Miss the rest, known as the Rich
Heavy in the game but swift, hold a bitch
Time to take the party to another lev'
Tonight boss ball with some real celebs
We drink old XO, safe sex so
the VIP need it all for a G
Spin my chips on somethin devine
like *?Heer 2's?* and *?fuse?*, but what in the news
We all pimpin, fall apart, no starts
E'rybody pimpin but mackin is an art
like Picasso, my philoso-phy
be's the mo' hoes, mo' cheese

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Rick James]

You keep on runnin, baby
Why you runnin, baby?
Stop your runnin, yeah
You keep on runnin, baby
Why you runnin, baby?
Don't be so hard to get
Girl, don't be hard to get
Girl, don't be hard to get

[Verse Three: Richie Rich]

Poppin my collar, met her at the bar
Shootin her ship, tryin to put her in the car
No bites but, shit, a nigga got bait
I push to win it, most niggas ride 8's
V-Dub's, Mary Jane like my cousin
Keep that bitch close by for the high
The real niggas often do real things
like floss on tracks with Quik and Rick James

[Chorus/Outro: Rick James, (Richie Rich)]

Baby, what's your phone number?
(Ha ha ha, And it's on, understand me?)
Don't be so hard to get, baby, baby, bay-by
(Check this out what's it like?)
Baby, what's your phone number?
(Baby, excuse me, eh hello? You dropped somethin)
Don't be so hard to get
(Let me pick up this conversation, understand me?)
Baby, what's your name?
(Get into some real mack shit)
What's your phone number? Baby, baby, bay-by
(You already know, Quik, Rick James, come out the house)
Baby, what's your name?
(It's was freaky, ha ha ha, we gots ta put it down right now)
What's your phone number? Yeah
(In effect, y'know?)
Don't be so hard to get
(We out there playin hard to get, y'know we gonna be bumpin)
Oooh girl, don't be so hard to get
(Wanna fool with a real player? Understand me?)
Don't be so hard to get
(Let's take a look at it)
Don't be SO hard to get, oh, yeah
(When you ask such a big question then you're lookin for some big
answers)
Baby, I know you're sweet, you know I'm sick
Just be my super freak
I said baby, don't be so tight
We know you're freakin just like, DJ Quik, hehehah
Baby, don't be so hard, don't be so loose
Don't be so tight, don't be so black
Don't be so red, don't be so white
Don't be so tight, blow daddy

[Foxy:]
Uh, uh, come on
Uh, uh, nana
Niggaz!
Yeah, you know about the Na Na
Everything laced up
Cartier swimwear BBS blazed up
Bare shit, let me undress
Jump in my sheer shit
Anything see-through
(Mamma can I please you)
Baby boy, let me see
All of your cheese
After that, boo
I want the Ice Blue Bentley
And we can zoom up the Cancoon
In the villa room on all fours
Get up out them ice burg drawers
Come on

[Playa:]
I listened to the message
That you left on my phone
The key is in my heart
Can I enter in your home
Don't act like you don't (know)
It's time to prove it (It's yours)
The time is tickin' baby
But there's one thing I've got to know

[Chorus:]
I wanna know, if this is on
I gotta feel, if this is real
I wanna know, if this is really so

[Playa:]
The love that you're givin'
Is just blowin' my mind
The way that you are movin'
Girl I read between the lines
Are you ready (oohh)
Things are sweaty (oohh)
Oh just let me (oohh)
Love you all through the night, oh just

Take me, hold me, real tight
Ohh, all throught the night
Touch me (my baby)
Feel me (my baby)
Baby I promise that I'll make
Everything all right
(let me love you)

[Chorus]

[Foxy:]
Anything that be gliterin' ain't gold
Any bad bitch that you ran up in ain't old
17 with the mean thing try me
See me in the Coupe with my Phillopean mommys
If you say we could play slow
Get toed while the liquer flow
Crystial not Moe
Boo, after the show we could hit the telle-flow
Get your back blown out
In a black thai-hold baby

Take me, hold me, real tight
Ohh, all throught the night
Touch me (my baby)
Feel me (my baby)
Baby I promise that I'll make
Everything all right
(let me love you)

[Chorus]

[Mase]
One two, we don't stop
C'mon, c'mon, we won't stop
We won't stop, you don't stop

You already know that, I am the man
and, I'm always right, and, never wrong
You already know that, I am the man
cuz, I'm always right, and, never wrong

[Kam]
Yo, check it out
I'm the trife one, Cease you got weed, let me light one
Girls of different cultures, chinese to the white ones
Home players, wild thing girl slayers
Cuties, big booties, Big gave Coogies
Black white beautiful ain't nuttin I won't do for you
Backside so thick, won't fit inside a hula hoop
Shine on me baby, pour wine on you baby
I'ma drink it off your back, got a problem with that?
Fellas get me, sip Crist', count fifties
Split Phillies, girly girls they bet are you a Willie?
It's a trife world, ain't gon be nasty, you a nice girl
Liz Clayborne dresses, diamonds to white pearls
Wild thing though, do lot of things low
Make a wise man grow to a live man a show
Only problem with the trife one is I stay low
Blowin lye with guys who got they eyes on my dough

[Chorus: Mase (singing)]

We got riches, we got bitches
You want drama, we got guns
I'm that kid, from Harlem World
and you know where I'm from
Now my team, is out for cream
and you know exactly what I mean
So any click tryin to stop us
is the click that gets seen

[Lil' Ceasar]
Yo, yo, yo... Ceaser Leo, aiyyo
Aiyyo wherever I go buy all hydro
Lie low so I don't get harassed by five-oh
Used to be in the red star, gettin my head slobbed
from the old school hoe that swallowed the egg nog
I chill of course until I feel I'm the boss
Until they got Lil' Cease face on the Source
Got girls that be clever, that's on another level
Tell me I'm your hero, Cease DeGeanero
Need a wild thing, so the town can swing
Pull the hair back and forth, layin pounds of cream
Bet Cease break your crutches with a crowded team
Fulfillin wishes to they misses with a thousand dreams
I got, mouth to feed, pretty childs to breed
If you really drinkin babies, youse can swallow the seed
When it come to the sex I like it better on your knees
Fore I hit the kitty cat, gotta check it for flees

[Chorus]

[Kam]
Aiyyo nobody used to speak to me
to launch paper got me Geechie G, now every broad
keep beepin me, frequently, know the frequency
Just to speak to me, yes leave with me, but recently
get Proposals, of Indecency, but can't cost a penny
Cause now I want Moore than Demi, but I ain't mousy
Matter fact, we can get rowdy
But only green papers with the faces arouse me
Now I know what a woman think, but girl I'm top ten rank
But I only get hard when I see Ben Frank in the bank
It don't pay to baby don't show up
But know what? Better catch me fore my price go up
I'm a hoe slut for the dough but, I want the paper
to come, til I throw up, so girl grow up
You need to slow up the stash, I ain't all about us
Cause a nigga like Kam all I need is my cash
I want my money...

[Chorus (3X to fade)]

Ha ha, yo, yo
My man Keith Murray, is down wit us
My nigga Erick Sermon, is down wit us
My man Lil' Jamal, is down wit us
My Def Squad click, is down wit us
The Pack Pistol Posse is down wit us yo
My L.O.D. click, is down wit us
We're number one!
Ha ha ha, ha ha, yo yo, yo well yo

It's the Red Moolie, yellin for the villain in the movie
I'm like Kentucky, I pack a biscuit and a two-piece
Ya nod thorough, blows like the tri-borough
I die thorough with a metal on my chest sayin Def
Check out the rhythm that I cook up
You too scared to look up, you're merkin
I Set it Off like La in that big-ass Suburban *errrr*
Bumrush your villa then I'm closin all the curtains, LIGHTS OUT
Who's next to get stomped? I smash hardcore from Jerz
to the South South Bronx, the bizarre rap non-superstar
of course, my Actions Affirmative like Nas Escobar
Flip a quarter, heads or tails you're gettin slaughtered
I blow the S-L boy out of order
My mental disorder is pure water
I hit your wifey doggystyle in the Land
while the CD program's on 'Whatever Man'

My peoples up in Jersey, is down wit us, uhh
My peoples locked down, down wit us, uhh
My peoples in New York, is down wit us
The housing projects, is down wit us
My people who be hustlin is down wit us
Cause makin funky music is a must
I'm number one!
Ha haa! Check it check check check here we go huh huh

Aiyyo, throw yo' hands up in the motherfuckin air
And wave em, until y'all cash flows hit the pavement
Fuck the B-X, I roll on fours like G-S
Signed truly yours, Funk Doctor Spock, P.S.
Rumble in the Jungle, I bumped into Fugees
on the humble, on the one-deuce, my bundles
be raw diggy, surprise you like you saw titties
on that, milk chick, watch me damage your acoustics
The Muddy Waters be blowin your tape recorders
Pull out the four niggaz steppin like they on a Nord(ic)
Track, cool out black got no time for scratch
You wanna battle, here's a lyric with a bomb attached *pssst*
These your peoples, you better call em back before I beat through
his windpipe, with the cordless mic and the cerebral
HAHH, look up in the motharfuckin sky, it's a
widow, pushin a fifteen zero zero
With tinted windows, so it's hard to look through
Chickenhead shotgun, pumpin Erykah Badu
Don't snooze, you'll be like damn is it the shoes?
The way I maneuv I could slip a uz in school
I been a raw dog since I brought me an eighth
And Can't Nobody Hold Me Down like I'm Puffy and Mase

Ha hah, ha ha ha! Ha ha, aiyyo, aiyyo
Fox Boogie Brown, is down wit us
My nigga Meth-Tical, is down wit us
Yo, Thuggish Ruggish Flesh, is down wit us, yo
Yo, my homie Richie Rich, is down wit us, yo
That nigga LL Cool, is down wit us, yo
My dog Warren G, is down wit us
We're number one!
Ha hah, ha hah, ya-ha-ha, yo yo

Trigger the Gambler, down wit us, yo
My peeps West coast, is down wit us, yo
My peeps who pack toast, is down wit us yo
Atlanta, G-A, is down wit us yo
My peeps in Virginia, is down wit us yo
North Carolina, is down wit us yo
My peeps in D.C., is down wit us yo
My peeps in...

[Intro: Mic Geronimo, (DMX)]

Yeah.. (grrrrr)
Introducing the Suspects
DMX (grrrrr), Ja Rule
Cormega, Fatal Hussein (grrrrr)
Mic Geronimo (my niggaz)

[DMX]
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect, shut the fuck up
Driveby, money talkin shit, yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but you fear me
and fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?
If I smack the shit outta this nigga
His man over here be like, "Yo -- what? Nigga what?"
But his man is like, "Psych yo"
Take it from one extreme to the next
And my shit always bounce like D-M, to the X
I can bring it from up here, to ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
Down to, "Aight I think it's safe to take off the cuffs"
I play wit words, blurs and slurs, flip styles
Take his and hers, niggaz is couraged, I get wild
So don't make me angry, you WOULDN'T LIKE ME when I'm angry
I've got a lot of enemies, and they'd all like to bang me
(WHAT?) Catch me when I'm sleepin, with one eye closed
One guy chose the dogs; left one got froze, filled with holes

[Ja Rule]
Ugh, it's gonna be a long time befo' dey touch this here
It's Gotti's, Consigliere, let's take it there and make a milli, yeah
Which Bentley's? Ice drippin off the jewels, daily
Ja the one, what? Y'all don't hear me, nigga
Y'all remember, C-M-C, '95 December
Fine women, illegal tender, such is life
When I feel like I ain't to be held, who could hold me?
Hoes try to console me, rec' exec's wanna own me
Damned if I die slow-ly, drugged out broke and lonely
Like so many who pushed roadie before me
Ja, hit em precisely, God just don't make too many like me
Inadvertantly shittin on the Top 20
Y'all niggaz kill me, talkin like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
Think again if you thought I gave a fuck!

[Chorus: Mic Geronimo]

Yo..
Yo independently, reppin thoroughly throughout the N-Y
We thump and get high, infrared nigga, dead eye
Aimin at the sky's limit, jumpin in, we all in it
The good life, tryin ta live it *repeat*

[Cormega]
Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz in plush cars
Rikers Island killers with rug scars, police fuck y'all (Yeah)
Live niggaz, I love y'all for representin
Ya have respect of prison, came home, caught a Expedition
Look in my eye, you see realness
The Mobb tonic quest for million, my Lex with ill rims
My name ringin, chain swingin, ain't richest?
Are you my heir? Like do we present the same vision?
My insight is deep, mental intuition
Type essential, due to this trife life we livin
My cypher, e-lite snipers in the mountains
The Bridge under pressure for mad years and countin
What? My connect eatin papaya, supplyin me
Cormega represent a live nigga dynasty
9's and Tek's, my hollow heads outlined your vest
My only fear is 25 years of death

[Fatal Hussein]
One deep from Jersey, on the Island doin six
Now ain't that a bitch, they sayin, "Hussein never shit"
I shot more niggaz than thorough niggaz in your crew
You and your mother know don't go against, be on you
Mad career criminal, crimin be like a hobby
Probably drinkin my notty or ill just shootin my shotty
Nigga you get extorted, flippin styles, poppin chicks
Bullets small as his G-B-30, niggaz lose it quick
I had to get out of town, I done shot another dick
Niggaz'll roll tricks to keep they mind off shit
I tack up parole, they supervise my whole side
Money wise, surprised, thug niggaz on the rise
These card cats is federal, you soft and shreddable
Picturin every rappers comin at me all edible
I lift past your crew, you know what I'm about
Guinness-style, Outlawz, just hit up another out

[Mic Geronimo]
Hmmm, yeah, yeah, now
Runnin wit five niggaz, criminal disguised niggaz
The live niggaz, pull a Mac what? Surprise niggaz
Holdin my mics stiletto like; invitin these water-head brothers
to get splashed back and take it light
Slidin back when I was 16, Romelo my brother
told me laid back, aced up, to play it mellow
Seein how I'm a young Othello
Don't confuse me wit them brothers who lost playin black DeNiro
The boss of this, gettin tossed to Crist'
The barber shit, we ballin flawlessly
For-ever y'all brothers tried but never to touch me
The God, heated up beyond the frequency
Now it's time to put you niggaz under pressure, we form
Here I am, if it's on then it's on
If the world was yours, could you keep it from a nigga like me?
Hold your head, we about to see, motherfucker

[Outro: Mic Geronimo]

Yeah, Usual Suspects, never suspect niggaz.. yeah
What y'all thought I was gone?
Never that, it's been deaded
Y'all see

[Master P]
Ya see, wenches be messy like Marvin
My homies be ballin, pimp tricks eryday, from L.A. to the Bay
to New Orleans, the original big baby, like Big Mike
Don't make me Tina Turner one of you wenches and hit you like Big Ike
UHHHH, pimp shit, Cadillac with the vogues
Hoes got no souls that be for flare without ya coat
Star sixty-nine could get you whipped, uhh
Momma told you never mess with a, Southern bitch
I got this pimp game from my grandfather Big Daddy, he said
"Keep your fo' inches in your candy painted Caddy
Keep your cattle, all in one stable
If a wench jumps off at the mouth, keep it cool, then you play her"
Get your cash, then you creep, check a broad, enemy
Ain't no love for you freaks time to tenderize the meat
Then we, be tradin women like Eddie Murphy Tradin Places
I got, baitches cleanin my house shinin my gold, doin my shoelaces
I got, wenches runnin errands goin to stores
dressed up like twins, I mean in the same clothes
Stayin in the same house, bangin en on the same couch
Real G's in dime hats, know what, I'm talkin about
Uhh, be up playa, don't pay for the kitty kat
I mean if you bout it bout it, give her some change, then take it back

[Chorus: Fiend, Silkk]

How to be a playa main
You gots to be a playa mahn
[repeat 8X]

[Silkk the Shocker]
You gots to be a playa, but rule number one
in the how's to be a playa never profess to nuttin what ya done
Believe me, or should I say, believe in I spittin
See me talkin to a trick, ask me then I hit em
You never can give em no slack, cause you gots to be in it to win
Be safe and grab her hand, slap dem, cause they'll try the shit again
It's give in to they demands and that's a simp thang
But to get them and they friends, now that's a pimp thang (pimp thang)
You wanna learn som'in? Well take a picture of this G
Look in the dictionary, under player, you'll find a picture of me
Uhh, cause I don't sleep, and players can't cause we ballin
We can't be trippin, cause a player's pimp can't be fallin
I leave em with the hurt like B.B. cryin like CeCe Winan
recline and watch TV, game feel like a CD
Nigga make appointment when they see me,
don't call back often they beep me
Gotta be a G (how you get the drawers) get the drawers off, easy, look
Silkk the Shocker fool, nigga I pimps and roll
(What you ride?) Cadillacs and vogues, uhh

[chorus]

[Fiend]
See I'm bout to smack me a bitch, cause all my money in here
Told em clear, for me to slid arrear, gotta pay for the year
What I look like a simp? Girl I'm a No Limit pimp
Got the ones you least expect supportin me for the length
I pass crunch like blunts, treat your man good like a wench
High hoe on the ranch, I spray and smell dogs by the branch
Keep a broad doin splits, next gon' be doin the clit
One girl gone so bad, want me to Western Union some dick
Put em on corners and curbs, breakin new ones outta nerd
Bringin daddy Fiend the money, while all I do is choke herb
I spank em and thank em, leave em swollen and kiss em bye
And just think, cause them extra them knowin my fist size

[dialogue]

[chorus]

[George Clinton:]
[chorus]
And it's a cold cold cold cold day
for a player
dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit

[Too $hort:]
I got too many girlfriends what am I gonna do?
Play em tell the world ends and always keep a few
When it comes to women I did everything I thought of
Players like me, we never get caught
Who's the next on the list? It's a daily routine dog
She give me short, then she'd take my jeans off at
first she wasn't messing with me told me to lick it
but now she's always sweating me. When we gonna kick it?
Spend some time wit her, I need to come through and hit it
Any time I feel like I want it, I can get it
I'll be here for you, you never wonder were I'm at
So when I come through put the spare key under the mat
when I come in, there ain't no holding back
Just feel what I am doing and roll with that
and even though I admit I can't commit this time
it's cause I got my heart broke at the age of nine
I've been hard core every since I sucked up the game from pimps
You never hear me rap about the same bitch
I never turned a hoe into a housewife
Short dog East Oakland in the house right

[Chorus 2:]
I'm ready to ride, ready to ride, ready to ride
I'm the mothership wish it comes
I'm ready to ride, ready to ride, ready to ride
I'm the mothership wish it comes

[Chorus 1:]
dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
Ay yeeeay I want to hold yah
dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
I want to hold yah
dit dit dit dit do do dit dit dit
Ayyy yeeay

[Too $hort:]
I thought we was cool like that, why you go behind my back?
Trying to cross me in the game when you know I'm a mack
Can't do that, you all up in my mix
Get the phone book callin all my bitches
You know I don't really care if you interfere
cause I don't think you know about these real players
If you need a lesson, you better listen up
cause I don't think you ready for this pimpin stuff
I'm Too Short baby on the microphone
Since you got no game, I gotta write these songs
To wake you up and get you motivated
I'm about to flip the script and I know your gonna hate it
You can't infatuate my game no more, it's fool proof
So when you try to cross me up, I pull through
like a solider, cause we fighting a war
Haters against Players, who you fighting for?
You all in my business trying to make it theirs
I need to hit you in your face tell you 'mind your own affairs'
I'm Sir Too Short, and I'm knowing just how to be a player bitch

[Chorus 2:]

[Chorus 1:]

[Too $hort:]
BIOTCH [echoes]
Now if your trying to be a player, do your thing
But if you wanna be in love, it's cool mang
Don't try to be a player when you see that you can't
let your peers pressuring you into being what you ain't
It's hard to be real in this fake world
Would you result to violence if I take your girl?
Or would you realize she likes me more then you
Our relationship is starting and yours is through
Are you riding on the bench. Who you starting for?
Do you have another girl or is your heart broke?
Do you know how to be a player?
Is what they say about me
I'm straight down with the after party, late night freaks.

[Belita Woods:]
She's just a pretty face,
and she doesn't even use her own name
She stole it from a magazine
She's just a pretty face
and the words she say ain't coming from her mouth
She stole the can and loves the pot
She's just another pretty face

[George Clinton:]
Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohhhh
five o'clock I make a run

[Chorus 1]

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Now
City 2 City, State 2 State
Country 2 Country, but most of all.....

[Intro/Chorus:]

I rock from street 2 street and alley 2 alley
while all you couch potatoes watch Ricki and Sally
So all you so-called players better hide in the Valley
cos real Gz put the Killer in Cali
[repeat]

I don't think none of y'all wanna test this
From bus tokens and transfers to Lexus
Never sex-less, they all want the pipe layer
I come bang on that ass so I can get player player
The way that I operate will thrill you for days
To all my niggas turnin green in the face from eatin microwave
meals, and I kill off a whole fuckin race
Now I arrive to you and rock the whole fuckin place
Hearmenow, it's bully loco, baby
and if I could I'd play em all cos they skanless and shady, nigga
Don't put your hands on em, cos they lock that ass up
But they try to hold me down so I can knock that ass up
You got me fucked up in the realest way, or do I feel this way
You're quick to get knocked, while I struggle and strive
Throw up your doves and your E's while you're pumpin this beat
on a Hundred-&-Fuckin Loony, cos that's my street

[Chorus]

E-A-Ski gon' keep bringin the paparika to your speaker
as I fly over MC's and I watch em get weaker, uhh
At a club we come deep as the beat gets funky
then I get tipsy off Hennessey and start feelin on monkeys
Damn love, you're lookin good in them tight ass jeans
To all my bitches writin mad cheques, for the finer things
As it comes thru the door, I creeps up real slow
This ain't Joe, fools, I'ma be a player for sure
How ya like it, baby? How ya like it, boo?
How ya like it, baby? How ya like it? Player style
How ya like it, baby? How ya like it, boo?
How ya like it, baby? They say she like it player style
You wanna make love but do you wanna wild thug fuck?
She wanna get fucked so like Luke, I put her in the bump
You can't take it so I'm laughin as you cum to this beat
On a Hundred-&-Fuckin Loony cos that's my street

[Chorus]

Can't believe somebody tried to test this
Skanless fools just got me for my Lexus
Now I'm sexless and I wish I had that bus token
I know y'all niggas laughin, but fool I ain't jokin
Smokin the hump with dreams of livin lavish like Donald Trump
While niggas go out like Willie LumpLump
At least I know my main squeeze will be there for me
The way I lay the law down, she gots ta care for me
Mr.Professional, I'm not an amatuer by far
cos I leave the pussy open like AAH!!
I'm just a motherfuckin real OG and ask my click, bitch
Fuck that pretty boy shit
You know you wanna real nigga, that's strictly out to win
So now I like to drink Brandy cos we're best friends
Fuck your player style to this bomb ass beat
On a Hundred-&-Fuckin Loony cos that's my street

[Chorus]

[Verse One: MJG]

Here comes the one they call the P.I. -- M.P.
Straight out the cut no one can see I -- bust these
Way out of touch with all them bustas in my rear view
but see they game, so lame, I can hear through
I Hens doggin at the bar, actin real nice (real nice)
Six pack of Hen, straight up, with no ice -- tap me twice
Did you really want my full attention?
Sometimes my mind (intertwine) with the tenth dimension
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them legs
Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the head
Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic controller
(Uncle Sam, I want you!) Trick bend over
I'm a petrified rapper talkin, and you ain't nuttin
but an electrified shyster walkin, I'm tired of savin
people from takin these dead end trips, I'ma just go
and bust this champagne upside your ship, alright you hip?
You in a hurry? You can't relate?
Don't ever say that I ain't try to set it to you straight
I'm out the gate before you hate but I'll be back again
You saw me faintly through the crowd but now I'm in the wind
Once again

[Chorus: Eightball and MJG]

In the wind, it's a bird, it's a plane
Now it be them hustlers with that skin tight game
In your mix, scopin you, scopin me
Eightball and MJG to the end, bustas we in the wind

[Verse Two: Eightball]

I sold my soul to this hustle, homeboy scratch what you heard
T front me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird, word
on them streets be them Suave House beats
In the Benz blowin Sweets got your gal between my sheets
Speak -- I ain't have to say one little thang
The fame of my name blew the ghetto freak brain
Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me stick it
Wicked when she lick it, tryin to make me trick it
Girl, when I was broke it seemed all about the luxury
Now I got cheese, I got a pay a girl to love with me
But I'm a jelly worker, like Smuckers
Workin against them suckers, big facin just to love a
broad that done been around the world in a day
Bear lovin whoever got cheddar to pay
Ball like no trick ass, them shakers if I tip
I be drunk, in the club, smokin sticky cat nip
Slip, as if a banana peel was dropped in my path
into a body bodyworkin not discussin no math
Playa haters all around me as I stumble and grin
Snatch my vest, twist somethin, hit the rumble and then...

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Three: MJG, Eightball]

I flip scripts on young dips who think they hip
Smoke up your whole zip, sess hydro or crip
Time and time again, stories have been told
About the super hustler dyin tryin to get the gold
Concrete jungle full of, carniverous firearm
Hunger for flesh, and pray on who ain't strong
Heavy weighters, with plenty hoes that buy em alligators
In the wind, breakin all big ?

Pick artificial tricks stolen money makers
Money trees come in please, help a player shake a
million down to the ground, feel them hits fall
Ride with me I'll run your game into a brick wall, trick y'all
is what this false literary do, then reality come
(and snatch the natural dust out you) who speaks the truth?
Whose your leeches? Whose your friends?
I plan to bring the realness back again, but until then
I'm in the wind

[Chorus 4X]

[E] Peace to Chuck
[P] Chuck D
[E] Yeah, uhh
You're not tellin em huh? Yeah

[Erick Sermon]
They go ohh and ahh when I jump in my car
People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
when I'm supreme rap star, they all know me
E.D., when I flash the greens on TV
MC's be robbin me, of my technique
The way I speak, the way I get down, the way I sound
And if you axe/ask me, they must be on the jock
of the innovator (one two), rock roll bounce to skater

[Parrish Smith]
OK fuck it, enough with the tight shit, grab the mic quick
Hollywood niggaz, put it down spit some hype shit
EPMD Erick and Parrish, Makin Dollars
with the rap scholars keep the show packed like funeral parlors
Deadly, murderous I know you heard of us
Holdin shit down on the block, nobody servin us (yeah son)
The E Double and Mic Doc, Boondox
Def Jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot

[Chorus: EPMD]

[P] Never seen before, or heard before
The uncut raw
[E] I'm Erick Sermon
[P] and I'm Parrish Smith
[repeat 2X]

[Erick Sermon]
Check it, now I'm back with the flyest material
Mic Doc and E Dub the Grand Imperial
My mic's deadly, so I scratched off the serial
and stashed it, until I have to kill at will
Keep it movin, yes it's me in the flesh
it's no illusion, fuck around and catch minor contusions
Whatever, I'm Smokin Joe when it comes to rap
I'm a pro-fessional, Tiger Woods I'm good

[Parrish Smith]
Time to black out, no doubt, people wanna know about
the inside scoop with the group, and are they comin out
Damn skippy I'm tipsy, high like a hippie
Don't take drinks from strangers cause niggaz slip mickies
That's why I stay on Q/cue, like Omar Epps in J-U
I-C-E so chill and bust the debut
In rare form the false alarm's the Mic Don's
back in effect, snap that neck, the P's gone

[Chorus]

[E] Never say never
[P] What? EPMD's back together
[E] And if it gets warm take off the hot sweater
[P] Flip the ill slick flow (flow)
[E] Watch us throw (throw)
[P] down with the other brothers toe to toe
[E] And if ya slow ya blow
[P] That's why we comin with the ammo
[E] Yo ten year veterans
[P] A thousand rap sessions
[E] Yeah the hard rockers
[P] The crowd shockers
[E] The head knockers
[P] Yeah EPMD's off the rockers

[Chorus 2X]

[E] Yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh, yeah
[P] Dude whassup
[E] Yeah that was dope, word up
EPMD for Nine-What, whatever, yeah, uh-huh...
Sample this shit, word up!

Would you believe me if I told you that I'm sorry
Would you believe me if I told you that I care
Would you believe me if I told you that I love you
And I'm always gonna be right there

I never, ever meant to doubt your love, baby
Never, ever meant to play with your mind
I know you're fed up 'cause I messed up and I'm sorry
But I've gotta keep you by my side

And I never wanna let you go (Ey, hey)
Never wanna let you go (Never, baby)
Never wanna let you go away
'Cause I didn't mean to lose your trust
And I didn't mean to break your heart

Because I never wanna let you go (No, ho)
Never wanna let you go (Never, baby)
Never wanna let you go away (Oh, I never meant to, yeah, hey)
'Cause I didn't mean to lose your trust (No, I never)
And I didn't mean to break your heart

Because I

Saw it all flash before me, baby
Just to know that I can't touch your body
Anymore like before
It's really got me hurting inside

Yesterday was so sweet, baby
But because of me, lady
We may never love again
Oh, how I want it like it was back then, I'm sorry

Never wanna let you go
Never wanna let you go
Never wanna let you go away [Never wanna let you go, oh, no]
'Cause I didn't mean to lose your trust [Didn't mean to lose your trust]
And I didn't mean to break your heart [Break your heart]

Because I never wanna let you go
Never wanna let you go
Never wanna let you go away [Go away]
'Cause I didn't mean to lose your trust
And I didn't mean to break your heart [Break your heart]

Because I

Oh, ho
I know what you're goin' through
All the changes I put you through
I'm sorry and I love you
So baby, can you come on home

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Never wanna let you go (Never, baby)
Never wanna let you go [No]
Never wanna let you go away (Never, never)
'Cause I didn't mean to lose your trust (I didn't mean to lose your trust)
And I didn't mean to break your heart

Because I never wanna let you go
Never wanna let you go
Never wanna let you go away
'Cause I didn't mean to lose your trust (Hell, no)
And I didn't mean to break your heart (Yeah)

Because I

Never wanna let you go
'Cause I love you so
Never wanna let you go
'Cause I love you so

Never wanna let you go
'Cause I love you so
Never wanna let you go
'Cause I love you so

[Intro/Chorus - Never]
(Playas)
Mack lack justa messed up the game
(Playas)
Messed it up for the real playas who gave it the name
(Playas, ohwoh ohwoh)
Mack lack justa messed up the game
(Playas)
Messed it up for the real playas who gave it the name
They messed up big

When the playas live (Playas)
Double-breast suit, don hats for real
When the playas live (Playas)
Don't have to think twice about no meal
When the playas live (Playas ohwoh ohwoh)
They gotta get all they can get (Playas ohh ohh)
and they feel that they livin is real

[Wildstyle]
A playa gotta do his thing to stay raw
so it ain't no stuffin wit me
Gotta get all mine cos it ain't no time
I'm all about that cash, we green
Pick you up and ride out, straight to the honeycomb hide out with freaks
Booty calls from the mall to the hood
when I'm bumpin and hella creepin down the street
Get your hopes up high if you want to
Big money but I'm still not givin in
Can't afford to lose mo' dividends with the game I put my biddin in
My word (my word) might get in your girl, she mine tonight
I play for the Hay and the E&J, gotta dove in the room if she wanna play
She's keyed to the teeth like a tiger beat
Soakin up your mouth when you're tastin meat
Makin big bank, wanna get spanked
Too slick for you punks, won't get ganked
Gon' stay the same, ain't a thang gon' change
Put it down with the crown, don't like caine
Lay back like a mack with the big faced yac
Agree to never lease Q-ball and stack

[Never]
(Playas)
Mack lack justa messed up the game
(Playas)
Messed it up for the real playas who gave it the name
(Playas, ohwoh ohwoh)
Mack lack justa messed up the game
(Playas)
Messed it up for the real playas who gave it the name

[Wildstyle]
Comin thick weeded, peep game with the Westside of thangs
Slow motion, keep it coastin, strollin
They rollin for the riches and bidness
Weeded, pickin up money top cos all the bull wop
No show and tell and ??
Yo' bidness, yo' bidness and well, hittin up cos I got my mail
Ain't trippin or flippin at the mouth even though you went down south
and I was out wit'cha lick cash flows
I'm phenomenon for the minute but I gotta pass at last
Lay low, kick back cruisin like cruise control
Out blow by the window in the do'
til the point that it might make you lose control
3-oh-4's slow your roll, gimme that dough you know
It's no joke to brag or boast
It's justice like touchin functions for the future 'fore the past will flow
Don't get mad and go, two to the back, backstabbin, mack lackin
Gotta get it good, get it right in the middle of the West fo' life
to put it down like playas

[Never]
When the playas live (Playas)
Double-breast suit, don hats for real
When the playas live (Playas)
Don't have to think twice about no meal
When the playas live (Playas ohwoh ohwoh)
They gotta get all they can get (Playas ohh ohh)
and they feel that they livin is real

When the playas live (Playas)
Double-breast suit, don hats for real
When the playas live (Playas)
Don't have to think twice about no meal
When the playas live (Playas ohwoh ohwoh)
They gotta get all they can get (Playas ohh ohh)
and they feel that yo' livin is real

Lay back, hickey phat, something about squaring up tonight
Ain't no time to be a mack lack is on
Gettin it on, if you're not runnin everything is alright
Me, a playa gotta eat baby, money hungry appetite
You hear a beep beep, it's a freak gettin her peon
Choosin blinkin lights, you wanna creep creep
OOOH I'm humpin in, she's just my type of skee geek
Seekin for a thousand grams, hit it, now she's so high
I can't deal with that pimp disease so she got sprung and couldn't stop
I guess she didn't have enough, of that kilo that she bumrushed
Can't think about it, something gotta cotton pick
Be slick, get rich and feed the need
Make speed, express, no stress, how you gon' pimp it greedy?
Let's rodeo, I'm a brother with cashflow so what's your mind?
Follow me, in no time we gon' ride the sign, that's how the playas live

[Wildstyle]
Pimpin ain't easy, nowadays gotta play your cards right
When you're a roller mackin them freaks
stay down and spit your game tight
For ?? hit em up, I know it's time to slow flight
but I just can't get enough, it's about that loot on all night

[Coldhard]
You know I had to get my looter mayn, either way this plan go
I been in this hustlin and this strugglin game ever since '84
Always wanted to have some ever since I was a shorty
And I wadn't no punk when it came to get straight nasty and naughty
Cos I knew how to get my money, ?? wasn't no dummy
Sit back, sketch a map, write a list of a homey
The two's, the one's, that I, select
to come up, get what I'm gonna get and jet, never break a sweat
and won't regret, I'm with no checks, ain't no disrespect
Cos I wanna flex, I'm ?? go flip me your legs
Hell bidness bidness, gotta eat, entitled to three women
While shipping me by the feet, and if you judge then judge my thang

[Never]
When the playas live (Playas)
Double-breast suit, don hats for real
When the playas live (Playas)
Don't have to think twice about no meal
When the playas live (Playas ohwoh ohwoh)
They gotta get all they can get (Playas ohh ohh)
and they feel that they livin is real

Born to wreck shit, poppin bubble gum
Others call me up, but momma call me troublesome
Learned to shoot a gun, before I learned to read or write
Never touched a pipe, made my money every night
Till I gotta (ride), a motherfuckin Benz
Bitch talked to every snitch, they jeapordized me gettin rich
Only fifteen at a spot full of rock teens
Full of hard knocks, ready to clock, FUCK the cops (yeah!)
And we was fat like Trump
Every nigga packed a pump, so time to be poppin trunks
I stood at the top of the organization
Ready to pop a cop with no hesitations (fuck the police) yeah
Now I'm makin all the others run
Cause here it comes, look out for brother troublesome

Yeah y'all, hehe
A nigga named Troublesome

I learned from my mistakes I'm twenty-one now
I gotta pack of jackers out for me they hold a gun battle
Ain't old enough to save but I behave just like a true vet
That's cause for all the dirt I did and dirt I didn't do yet
Tryin to pop my pistol for a profit
Copper tried to stop I didn't drop and so he got it (yeah)
And I don't give a fuck about it
(Aiyyo you think you'll ever quit this shit?) I doubt it
So why not take all of me
Cause I just love to be the nigga that nobody else has the balls to be
These suckers always searchin for me, with funk
They in a hurry to get buried with they locs up
And once I let my gun pop
Another motherfucker drops
I smoke a gang of buddha better yet some indo
Crack through your window, nigga where the fuck the ya-yo?
You tried to hesitate I couldn't wait to rush him
I didn't trust him, he sneezed and I had to bust him
I'm criminal I'm workin doin wicked shit
So catch a Christmas cause I'm murderin your witnesses, I'm troublesome

Yeah!
Yeah, a nigga named Troublesome

Now I'm on top got plenty open
I ain't no fuckin joke so you can label me King of Oakland, huh
As I sit back and rake my, dough in
I let my money grown in just got rich off what they owin, huh
And flippin hoes, there's no open
Keepin a sister broke I'd rather take it from the token (give it up)
A psychopath when provoked then
all you see is smoke I pull a pistol from my, coat
I told you we ain't havin it (c'mere)
Give up the dough, reached for his coat, started grabbin it
Bang bang! Was the sound as I jetted
A bullet in the head so the sucker don't forget it
But I knew that I'd be dead soon
Crime in my head, makin decisions in my bedroom
I see task at my front do' (ahh shit)
But I ain't goin alive, so what the fuck these niggaz come fo'
Just because you got a vest don't mean you escape from death (bitch)
I put this AK to your chest it'll take your entire breath
Threw a grenade in the front yard
Six cops lunged then got crunched, here they come God
The other cops are closin in
Deja vu, what do I do, here we go again (here we go again)
I'd rather take my life than have these suckers clown me
When they found me, they call me troublesome

Troublesome, word up
Uptown, they got a Troublesome
In Crooklyn, they got a Troublesome
In the Bronx, they got a Troublesome
In Uptown, they got a Troublesome
South South Bronx, they got a Troublesome
The jungle, they got a Troublesome
Washington D.C. troublesome
Baltimore (troublesome) Miami
Troublesome, Seattle
All over this motherfuckin country (troublesome)
in every single ghetto (troublesome)
As long as there ain't money there's gonna be troublesome
Troublesome, word up
Troublesome
Troublesome, troublesome
Troublesome
My nigga named Troublesome

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[DJ Quik]
Yes, ha ha, Suga Free and DJ Quik

[Suga Free]
Hey babe, I know you're fine but
ha, open mine up, uhh
I got some game in the cut
Yo, open mine up
Holy mackerdime, I'm tryin to rock wit you both
I'm at the same damn time, y'all
Now when you be hatin, you be gigglin to pimps when you be visitin
Listenin, fiddlin, that nigga's straight with that pimpin
You don't gotta go home
No, but you gotta get the hell up outta here
So holy smokes and gee whiz
If game recognise game, don't check me, go check the trick
I know she just had a baby in June, her chest is saggin
Her na-na had turned to jelly and her stomach looked like a moon
but see I humped in the front, I humped her in the back
then I stopped when she got in the middle of her climax, goin....

[Chorus: DJ Quik]
If u stay ready
U ain't got to get, ready
If u stay ready
U don't ever ever get someone way out to get ready

[Suga Free]
If I could get a dollar for everytime you look at me sideways
I'd pay the Westside on Friday,
to beat all player haters, y'all on my way
Don't trip on me, potna, no uhh uhh
I'm havin visions of Bloody Mary with AIDS tryin to give some na-na
You can't dictate mine
What I look like to you, baby? Besides your feelin is fine
All natural like a brain, engineered like no other
Fly for life, still as a mannequin when it comes to my mother
Capricorn, baby, and I'm stubborn just like you
So why don't you do me a favour and tell that lie to that fool
Don't get me twisted, baby, I love you too
but when that redneck Carlo come with love don't do
Baby, my money's on the clock (clock), right around the block (block)
You see me stack big knot (knot), my music's all I got (all I got)
So I'ma stay ready, so I don't gotta get ready
Cos I rolls like King Tut runs erected like I'm a deist

[Chorus]

[Suga Free]
She says "Suga Free, you got some money?",
I said "Yeah, since when?"
She said "What that mean?",
I look at her dead between her eyes, I said
"You ain't gonna get it"
Wait, now be still for me, why not just make you independent
and you can wear them cameras down to the
[click] and get my scrilla for me
The life and times in the city of Gz
You live the all-beef patty, special sauce, lettuce, cheese
5'8, 36-24-36
aka Yum Yum, full-time hustler, a player's trick
but I, I spit this game so swell, no, put your clothes back on, baby
I'm into breakin hearts, promises and fingernails
That was no lie
and I put that on the Holy Ghost and four more gods
You broke my heart and I let you succeed
cos to a player that's a organ that you really don't need
Low and behold, what good is havin a heart if it could break and b-b-broke?
So if u stay ready, what you gonna have to get ready for?

[Chorus (x3)]

[Outro: DJ Quik]

One time, y'know? God damn
One time, no-no, say what you do
Make your money, and what you say
Holla ya ready, I'm Suga Free
Get my a money, oh baby oh
What you wanna do to me?
God damn, Suga Free, ?? DJ Quik and I stay for life
Uhh, aight y'all, hahahahah
Uhh.......

Now you can bet that I will never trust no broad no more
Cos when you think that they're simpin, ain't them rose devils
Now I'ma tell you bout this story bout this broad named Nayhi
and how it all changed me and put that hog in me
And I admit she had me crawled up this
because she looked bomb good and had some bomb ass lips
The homies all used to say "Jimmy, you're fallin in love
like doves, shacked why do we ?? you, we ain't smoke no guns"
You don't return brother's pagers when your homies in deep
And everytime I see you, you got that trick wit you
And it's a shame that I didn't recognise the game
And my homie's not to blame cos every bro's the same
But I done know cos that girl had me Code Red
but I should go, I think that girl, she need a cold pimp
And so I'm quick to drop your daughter right where I got her
Cos I will never put a broad before my partner

[Chorus:]

Don't ever put that broad before your homeboys
You got to always be that Real McCoy
You got ta be a player (player)
Nuttin but a player (player)
and a money maker (player)
That's all a player (player)
and a heart breaker (player)
That's all a player (player)
and a money maker (player)
That's right a player (player), so real

And don't you hate when a sucker shows his head at G
because the broad is ridin wit him lookin dead at G (Don't ever)
So all my fellas listen upo, I'm givin you game on thangs
You never bother with this street ta put your name on thangs
Cos you never know when a girl decide to split and go-go
So my advice for you to take this when you're out spending dough
And I suppose that most brothers wasn't pimpin before
cos when around those, you down to clown and never ?? (Don't ever)
And it's a bad thang that loose man's give us bad names
cos that's the main thang that make these girls flip their thangs
You see honey wit money, Daisy wit baby
Teisha wit Keisha and Stacey wit Tracy (player)
That's because we ain't got no game no more
And it's a shame we can't maintain our dames no more
But I swear I regulate and operate like a pimp
to keep her hands full of chips and a house full of hemp, yeah

[Chorus x2]

Player! [x10]

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