Artist: Bizzy Bone
Album:  Alpha and Omega
Song:   We Play
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[Intro]
Seventh sign mastermind in full effect, please believe it
All you suckas didn't need his death, all you playa hatas
Yell out Q-Tommy's shit, fuck a ravance angry bitch
Seventh Sign nigga, DOA nigga, Capo Confuscious, Little Razul
Josiah, Patience, Baby Fil, Nina Ross, Olay Aloha and
My sisters in heaven

[Intro-Background]
Y'all ain't ready for this shit, y'all know what it is
{Laughs} That's, that's, that's, that's, that's how we play..
How we play...ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we..
That's how we play, that's how, that's how we play..
Yeah...ooh we, ooh we, that's how we..
That's how we play

[Intro-Background]
Y'all know what it is nigga, fuck these niggaz
Who do not believe in what the fuck
The seventh sign, who do, you motherfuckers, I need
None of you motherfuckers, put it on me motherfucker
Put it one me, It's how we play motherfuckers
Comin' to get you niggaz

[Chorus]
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
That's how we play..

[Verse 1]
Give me an ounce for three fifty
Nigga need a quick divorce, my niggaz keep tellin me
What they keep sayin about being the source
Well I don't read magazines
Nigga that's just erentation
Bizzy reads the type of books to further along his education
Little do they know about wha, wha, wha
Little do they know about who, who, who
Little do they know about me, me, me
Eaze, and tell about you, you, you
Ain't no time to be trippin the women
Cause women will grab you get caught up 'n shot
Little niggaz them bitches are yours, so slap on a rubber
And beat up the cat, little niggaz y'all so horny
Only got your car for broads, how could I be hatin
When y'all are the fakest niggaz I've ever saw
Y'all rollin with snitches, I don't know no snitches
I roll with real niggaz 'til they fall off
Gotta pick them up 'fore they lose they briches
And I feel my children love me
Daddy gots to do more better
Balance help me makin money, and spendin more time with them
With them, with them, stack up in the middle
Play me like fiddle, feel "B" like everyday
Don't be fickle motherfuckers

[Chorus]
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
That's how we play..

[Verse 2]
Wouldn't it be better if we could just choose the future
Blood mixed up common fusion, thug picked up outta people
No Ruthless, no medusa see I got jacked in Beverly Hills
Still I keeps it real, very selective
Wanna just smoke and chill
See I'm a veteran all the grenade launchers won't cost me much
Anyone can get extort, yeah nigga you can get touched
Hot did on my third in the burbs
I was ridin' around with my sisters baby's father
Double barrel shotgun say word
Ready or not here come my words
Steady or not that shit's absurd
I already got me all prater
Hop on the block hittin all my nerves
This is the life style of that prick sellin been forcified
Niggaz don't let him lie to y'all
I'm a tell the truth on mine, and I really wanna war
Catch us in early wires, open the door
These rappers is scared as hell
What you frontin for, he got his entourauge
He got his bag of weed, it's just the way it is
Little Bizzy takes the lead

[Chorus]
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
That's how we play..

[Verse 3]
Whatever, whatever, we got to get cheddar, I'm better with money
Been runnin around with a gun in the skull
And yo one of my buddies not dippin the swisher and none (?)
Nobody's the best and you better believe it
And leave it alone, 'lone
I'm a tell y'all all my secrets, son of a mistress, carry on
Out of the foster home been raised all of my freaky ways
Burn my collection of porn but I don't want no strays
What about church folk stressin that I should change
If you life I'm a live my life
Without the lies and let me pray for change
And I keep the pimp cup, I don't wanna blow the pimps up
Cause my fathers father was pimpin
And he left all of his children checkin
I don't have to respect it, and you don't have to respect it
Give me my space, and I'm a give you yours
It's my profession nigga, it ain't a game
Y'all can pop the collar, it'd be some drama in the parkin lot
Seventh sign poppin your column
One for the money, holla
Two for the deep, playas
It's the way we play impalas nigga y'all can (?)

[Chorus-Until fade]
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
That's how we play..