The Screwed Up Click - We Don't Play lyrics

(*talking*) My n***a Trae, Miggity-Mike D Present that sh** n***as [Hook - 2x] We don't play that, we don't play that We don't play that, f**ing with that H-Town We don't play that, we don't play that We don't play that, you f** around and get layed down [Mike D] Guns up, the war back on Guard your grill mo'f**er, cause I'm right back home Repping that Houston, figgas like que-bones It's hood fella Corleone, back with them good songs The streets is my backbone, I'm known to get packed stone I came from a sack of stones, 22's I'm sitting on T.V.'s by Clarion, platinum medallion Black trucks on chrome, on top of my game huh The city look pretty now, that I'm sitting on digits But the city was looking sh**ty, when my a** couldn't get it Now I'm gators on my waist, matching my feet's and arm Rocks all up in my jaw, going off like car alarms [Trae] When I bomb the block, I'm certified to f** a n***a up Like I'm Biggie or Pac, I'm a lyrical threat unable to stop A dark version of John Wayne, with the eight wheels of Jesse James Giving out dome shots to the brain, and f**ing they life up like c**aine I'm a sinister to these streets, and a minister to these beats Cause I'ma let a n***a know the real, the definition of being real is me Trae and I'll bring the pain, all of my enemies gotta leave f**ing with me I could make a n***a fold up, and make it hard for you to breathe I'm a H-Town representer, with the H all across my back Houston Texas till I'm dead, it's automatic like a hand gat [Hook - 2x]