[Intro:]
Every card don't get dealt, n***a
[Hook - Rick Ross:]
Aight, you wanna try a real n***a?
Aight, I'm a show you how we deal with ya
Aight, she wanna f** a dope dealer
Aight, or keep f**in' with them broke n***as
Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight
I'm gettin' money, if you hating
Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight
I'm gettin' stripes if you hate on me, always aight
[Verse 1 - Gunplay:]
Big, big bully, lockjaw
Big, fully off in my top draw
Big bullets, big topped off
p**y n***a knocked off
Living legend, Silver Seven
Beef for dinner, pill for breakfast
Head trigger, no rogaine
Gripping oakgrain with some stolen c**aine
Triple crosser, pistol tosser
Foreign car crasher, just a flosser
She want a thug n***a, she a little choosey
Beat a life sentence, feel like Lil' Boosie
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Gunplay:]
I'm a straight stunna, take hunna
Was a broke n***a, one they used to make fun of
MMG, self made pay one up
I'm that motherf**in' n***a they don't want none of
Born shooter, Porsche tooter
Throwing jabs like four Zab Judah's
b**h I'm reckless, so damn foolish
Slanging more stones than them damn j**elers
Don Logan, talkin' vulgar
Traphouse, no A.C, torn sofa
You n***as know my mothaf**in' pedigree
I'm Gunplay, I'm everything I said I'd be
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross:]
You pulled a gun on my homie you better have one for me
Ain't no running up on me, my new Versace fatigue
b**bie got with the work what Dre just got for his Beats
I expect for these songs to keep me hot with the seats
All I want is the money, the masterkey to these riches
These pussies keep hating, I'm a hit you with inches
Get my n***a a kite, told my warden we did it
Put these stacks on these books 'cause I'm too busy to finish
Now back to these guns, my n***a Gun got my back
He went on trial for his life, many don't come out on that
If you as real as they come and it's live for you n***a
Now hold up your guns and when you pull back the trigger
[Hook]