Play My Cards

To, to, to, to the tic, to the, to the tic-tic,

Slick Rick

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah,

Kurupt Young

Gotti, hell yeah

Raw Dawg, you know, you know me,

Raw Dawg Assassin

Comin at cha, baby, cat, kick it in, kick it in, pull up

Soon as I park, shit sparks, spit fire, gang bang affiliation

Retaliation, spit sparks, till shit's dark forever

What's up, homie, why you walkin' up on me?

Postin' up in the shade, we can draw or get paid

You ain't movin' not a thing, homeboy

Click 'em with automatics and automatic toys

Bounce, rock, rollerskatin'

Dippin' down the streets in platinum day tons

I'm just a gee, oh yeah, that's me

Don't forget it act like you knew it before

I set itI put the needle on top of the wax

Before, I turn around and burn everything to the ground

I seen it comin' a fool over to the right gunnin'

The homies whistled, we all draw pistols

Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh

On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid

You got a stash to hid, you got some hash to hit

Cash to get, glocks to pop and shit

Everybody's got questions and shit

Muthafuckas questionin' shit

Worryin' 'bout me and my wife

All I wanna do is live my life

Raise up off me, homie

Ease back softly, homie

I'm a gee from the

D.P.G.And no matter what you say you can't fuck with me

Hey loco,

I see you wanna loc out

Coastin, movin' in locomotion

In the cut dippin, the homeboys trippin'

Spittin, waiting for a shot to get called

The homie spit a plot to us

Then passed the 16-shots to us

I got scams for hundreds of grammes

Me and my man, me and my pistol a plan

For about a whole ki load of some powder

Stashin', dippin', dashin', smashin', tryin' to cash-in

From the front to the back and packin'

Pull the strap and start clappin'

I'm about to move a little somethin' a little sumptin'-sumpin'

For the homie, pack the pump and get to dumpin

Hit the liquor store

I wanna get paid

A fifth of

Hen then back to the shade

What you got, smoke, loc, let's blaze up

Let me get a toke, loc and let's raise up

Punks stop and get popped when funk pop

I'm worldwide while you thinking either he is or he's not

International like [Incomprehensible]

You can feel me in the real way

Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh

On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid

Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh

On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid

Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh

On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid

Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh

On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid

Bitch