Dj Paul - Who Da f** You Playin' Wit? lyrics

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Dj Paul - Who Da f** You Playin' Wit? lyrics

[DJ Paul] Wooo Hypnotize Minds Three 6 Mafia Frayser Boy Lil Wyte We about to take over this motherf**ing club Choices 2 In your face n***a What you know about that Mafia [Chorus: DJ Paul] Who the f** you playing with Who the f** you playing with Who the f** you playing with Who the f** you playing with n***a get hard boy and get smacked like a b**h b**h get hard hoe and get wooped like a n***a Who the f** you playing with Who the f** you playing with Who the f** you playing with Who the f** you playing with n***a get hard boy and get smacked like a b**h b**h get hard hoe and get wooped like a n***a [Lil' Wyte] Aw sh** They done f**ed up and unleashed the beast My lyrics flowing with danger and without love for the streets I have to pay attention to everything that I say Cause this punk a** b**hes and f*ggots take this sh** the wrong way So I'ma lay my cards out face up so you can see them Leave your bottom dollar on you cause all you will be needing Grip you Glock call your shots Grip your nuts and call the cops When it is ana I don't see that there is any reason to stop [DJ Paul] You see I just got the pistol grip AR-15 And it is still shooting them f**ing 2-2-3's From 200 yards I still got my enemies Hit your pineapple make a b**h n***a bleed My marty griffin shooting 5 football fields 50 cal some (pause) don't want to feel With my berretta C-X-4 Rung your doorbell Pop your a** through the door b**h [Chorus] [Juicy J] I done told you cowards I ain't going for that sh** That you talk on your mix tape He say she say bullsh** Radio play n***as all on the air Talking about Hypnotize ain't pay them ain't fair Check your contract and tell them where your funds at Balling out in ATL smoking weed And sipping on that cognac Ain't no b**h b**h I'ma have to tell you Ain't no rapper no n***a in a gang or a group Gonna stop this playa from getting my cheese If I'm selling coke keys or chronic pounds of weed What you know about standing in a courthouse About to get judged by twelve white folks life sentence What you know about n***as in the hood ain't change If you turn your back your main n***a put it to your brain What you know about dissing on a cd that's old Cause I told you b**hes I ain't going no more [Chorus] [Crunchy Black] If a b**h talk sh** She can s** a n***a dick If a n***a wanna fight He can bring the f**ing sh** n***a know who I'm with Triple motherf**ing six You can think that I am playing but I ain't playing b**h I can give it to you slow I can give it to you quick If you b**hes want some more Then come and get and get it b**h Got a whole bunch of bullets And I promise I will spit them n***as know C-B from the one-hitter quitter [Frayser Boy] Know some real Know some fake Got some love Got some hate Know some with it Know some cowards Some smoke weed Some snort powder Some ride Chevys Some ride Lacs Some sell pills Some sell crack Some they thieves Some they k**ers Bay Area attack Have no biz if you wanna k**er make your f**ing move Dammit jeers when I get you n***a doing what I do Get my point across when I mask up and ride out Pack your bags smash the gas best bet to hide out b**h [Chorus]

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