DMP - We Ain't Playin lyrics
[Verse One] [Cutla** Reid]: Maine, I'm prime time, no Dion And you n***as is gas, no Freon Top of the shelf no Feon I shoot down to your last 5 Heartbeats, Leon Body motherf**ing stinkin' And the getaway drivers in a Lincoln Im so, Im so criminal minded The execution I perfectly timed it Your b**h is on my dick She want a ma**age it The haze/Hayes I called Isaac I smoke until I'm lit Perform lyrical Heimlich The pattern I designed it I'm out of my mind sh** Moshe David, I'mma shine/Shyne b**h [Big Shot]: Ain't no red octagon that is stoppin' us n***as is sayin' he crack, until I chopped him up Bagged them, one shot one k** I'm beyond ill, understand I'm iller I'm beyond real, understand I'm realer In other words, ain't no fillers my n***a So kick rocks, I spit murder for all the disc jocks No need for the key to the city, easily pick locked A transformer to a beast like Grimlock And terrorize the city like Godzilla I can't be touched, you talk about the illest And n***as that bees us [Chorus] My n***as ain't playin, we ain't f**in' around Let off a few rounds, have you huggin' the ground We rep for the town we be holdin' it down They lovin' the sound, it's Durte Muzik My n***as ain't playin, we ain't f**in' around Let off a few rounds, have you huggin' the ground We rep for the town we be holdin' it down They lovin' the sound, it's Durte Muzik [Verse Two] [Boogie]: I rep for the street corner I send the Wolves, they smell the meat on ya I meant the sweet on you, p**y Time to Tweet longer Me? I'm on the street corner, any hood any town Couple of ride or die chicks with me and they rollin' right now Motherf** an ATM, my n***as hold them right now We are the sh**, can you smell them? You got a clue? You better tell them f** being on your list of best I'm on the list of not to test I'm in the game but still I flip on your a** Ron Artess They ain't want us around, cause we dominatin' Plus they ain't saying sh**, verbally constipated Y'all ain't got it here, gotta face it Who can do it better than we? n***a, the most incredible DMP p**y [Starboy]: Who you foolin'? You should not even roast 'Bout your status homeboy, you are not even close Chill out ace, show you the ropes Calm down 'fore the last thing you see when I show you the toast Break bread with my n***as down in North Carolina I'm still so Virginia, you still so vagina We major you minor You just warmin' the pint up It's only a matter of a time , hear the beep of the timer You hungry for beef, got something to eat to eat for you misfits Breakfast all day, catch me with two biscuits Hands where I can see them, put them sh**s up high Tell 'em I'm dying to live cause I'm living to die [Chorus] My n***as ain't playin, we ain't f**in' around Let off a few rounds, have you huggin' the ground We rep for the town we be holdin' it down They lovin' the sound, it's Durte Muzik My n***as ain't playin, we ain't f**in' around Let off a few rounds, have you huggin' the ground We rep for the town we be holdin' it down They lovin' the sound, it's Durte Muzik "Got half of Virginia locked down" -Notorious B.I.G. 'Warning' "Like this" "7" "Dirty" - Jeru Da Damaja "V.A." [Verse Three] [Khizman]: We can go mano y mano I'm so dirty like rooms at the Econo You so amateur night at The Apollo Before Twitter we was the ones the hood follow Middle finger salute is the gesture Now that DMP has returned like Devin Hester I stay studying homie, who wanna test the n***a who's the lyrical monster, Uncle Fester And you ain't seen nothing yet, I got a lot left You get the cold shoulder n***a, you's a hot mess I go hard but I do it with ease And my pockets constipated from all of this damn cheese [Chorus] My n***as ain't playin, we ain't f**in' around Let off a few rounds, have you huggin' the ground We rep for the town we be holdin' it down They lovin' the sound, it's Durte Muzik My n***as ain't playin, we ain't f**in' around Let off a few rounds, have you huggin' the ground We rep for the town we be holdin' it down They lovin' the sound, it's Durte Muzik