We Don't Play - Styles P, Lloyd Banks

Do the same thing, get the same results

Creeping like Batman, stronger than The Hulk

Running to the bank teller, dump it for the vault

On my town shit, Ben Affleck

Whole nigga cause most men just half-step

I ride hard motherfucka and I ain’t crash yet

You don’t know, or you do know

I’m like Mario Puzo with Cujo

You don’t get it?

I’m a prolific animal, every verse flammable

Weird like Murdoch, thinkin' like Hannibal

Man like Face but I’m wild like B. A

Bullets to your head when you talkin' to the D. A

Talking to the judge, and I be in the cab cause I think the car bugged

I don’t play with hard luck

Killing your homeboy now you call it hard love

Treat you like a blunt how I’m getting you sparked up

Nigga we don’t play!

We handle problems the worst way

We’ll get you shot stabbed robbed on your birthday

Nigga you ain’t got no business 'round here in the first place

Look at everybody chilling — well fuck that!

I’ma play the villain — fuck that!

I’m here to make a killin'

All money’s good money, weed and liquor stealin'

Small money, tall money, nigga we want it all

Left hand on the wheel, other hand on the draw

Needle icepick through your writing hand

Heart like a rock, hard to drop like Spider-Man

Park your pretty cars up, hop inside the rider-van

Hunt ya like Worm for a couple hundred dollar fam

Drive of a street lord, knowledge of a college man

Almighty dollars get you dead, make your momma plan

Nothing like the sound of dough, I’ma make the commas dance

Numbers jump high, numb and drunk in my drama stance

The no fly zone, you don’t get a city chance

Show up at your show, make you hoes piss your skinny pants

I’m with blammy so my haters can’t stand me or jam me

I’m running niggas over like Brandy

Motherfuck a Grammy, give me weed and eye candy

Coca-Cola daughter, pussy from a very nice family

Won’t last stepping in the street without the swammy

From Southside to Y.O., niggas die daily

I’m hard in the problem like algebra

Only use the gun if it’s a high enough caliber

You ain’t a Dodge car then you ain’t no Challenger

Play wit’cha life nigga but you ain’t no gambler

Die any day of the week, go get a calendar

Harder than Russian roulette, nigga fuck a Gillette

I take a gun and put a Buck to your neck

Or a 50 to your grill, bring the blicky to the hill

These young niggas is buggin', tipsy off the pills

I bring the fire like a motherfuckin' Bic lighter

Paper shredder eraser to any sick writer

Ghost is the Apocalypse, hole in your esophagus

Runnin through the shit like a motherfucking rhinoceros

Nasty like a hippo is, show you what a sicko is

Barrel to your girl clit, bitch is you ticklish?

You gon' fuck around and get, burned like syphilis nigga