Lake Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Why Y'all Wanna Play Lyrics

f/ Blitz

 

 

 (Verse I)

 Yo, we the killer kids

 And everything we spit be the most extradinary

 Tremendous, rap come in flurries

 Outbreaks of violence enhance the bars

 We all generals and claim status, we five stars

 Been goin' hard since the growth in the womb

 Album comin' soon we gon' show niggas the tombs

 That we call apartments, use you consciencness

 Q.B. the graveyard we the harvesters, to this

 ( ? ) and raw lyrics

 Create a mosh pit and thug niggas and ban all beginners

 Crud be the cry for my niggas in arms

 Military style, is little dolls runnin' wild

 World full or war lords and barbarians

 We at the top of the list so who you better than?

 High-voletules street full of ( ? )

 Back down bitches with brain, the crud logical

 

 (Chorus)

 Aiyo, why y'all wanna play with my team

 Why y'all think everything just a motherfuckin' game

 For the haters I advise you to zip your lip

 Or you might get hit with some shit thats spit is kildren

 Why y'all want to play with my team

 Why y'all think everything is just a motherfuckin' game

 It's Q.B. crud love; who want what

 Act up for real spit slap mouth out ya grill

 

 (Verse II)

 Aiyo why you watchin' me close for

 You don't know that I'll blow four

 Leave you in a casket with a closed door

 Jealousy; why, 'cause you ain't likin' a kid?

 Soon my wrist be lit, like the lights on a bridge

 You in trainin' now, what'chu fightin' your bitch

 You can act real good who writin the script

 It ain't no problem when gettin' low

 And the only milk that I ever spilled is when I missed the 'bow

 So don't re-talk it nigga like it's war when you see me

 Crudded out, all tall when you see me

 You doin' your bird, tryna skip the line

 I hope she don't wait a whole year

 'Cause she tellin' me the kid is mine

 Aiyo my life ain't shit of course

 And I'm depressed, with gray hair face down to my chest

 Let's get it poppin' you plottin

 Nigga it won't work

 It'll only get you stomped out till it don't hurt

 

 (Chorus)

 

 (Verse III)

 Yo, the '86 throw back

 Muna better than ever

 To equalize under the level, who want it?

 Shit bow niggas get flushed down the toilet

 For them slick talkin' niggas that order it

 Parties - we spoil it

 Have promoters closin' the clubs

 Blowin' on dubs quick to disperse let out a slugs

 Muena from the heaven above

 Crud love, add on, and get your math right

 Rhyme flow tight some laminate thugs

 Lose eyesight triple-O sanikes

 Have you weaken at the beekend

 Heat seakin' scope you out

 Kildren the nicest; street word of mouth

 Curbing you out on the four front 

 of the orange lure import new ports and we scowin' 'em out

 

 (Chorus)