Wanna Play – Nas
Verse one:
Yo, the lord is my shepard
The sword is my weapon
Reward is a blessin’, that comes from the struggle
Shoes been scuffled, blood’s been shed, another mother loses a son
’cause where i’m from the young chooses a gun
Before they choose an education
But once dead their ain’t no awakenin’
So like once said, life aint for fakin
Yo, you wit’ me when i say duct tape ’em?
F_ck waitin’
Got the truck outside, benz jeep for navigation
Everything in position, they’d rather be f_ckin’ wit’ satan
When i aim i aint missin’, master of assasination’
I heard he call himself esco, drive a lexo
Rocks his hat sideways, showin’ off his waves with a chipped tooth
Is this the truth?
This is what we do, sip a brew
Wait around his crib until it turns around two am
As soon as he walks in the door we slay ’em
You guys got fat while i was away, so start payin’
Chorus – okay, you wanna play rough?!
(gun shots) (scratching – a thug changes, and love changes) repeat 3x,
Okay yo, we could play rough!
Verse two:
Okay now, drive up to my crib, am i high enough?
Who these n_ggas tryin’ to hide in their truck
I aint order cable, why in the f_ck these n_ggas
Ducked in they seat? are they lookin’ for me?
But i aint do sh_t, could it be that n_ggas thought
I slept like b.i.g. and pac did
May they rest in peace, but while i’m alive i pop sh_t
P-11 glock spits 17 shot clips
Put these n_ggas in boxes, where they moms and pops is
Pull the strap from under the seat
Back up in the street
Watch these n_ggas thats tryin’ to watch me, i carefully creep
Take off my shoes, barefoot n_gga poppin’ my heat
Empty every shell in their direction
Its you, i should’ve guessed it!
Same n_ggas that i was connected wit’, i know sent you
Now i’m’a take you off here, you dont know what you got into
Chorus
Verse three:
Walked in his house, smackin’ him up, “what you talkin’ about?” he said
Shut-up n_gga! knocked him in his head with chrome
Never thought i’d be in his home
With his wife taped up for my n_ggas to bone
F_ckin’ with me, you should’ve known
I’ll have ’em write “stupid n_gga” on your tombstone
What money can do, get you hit for less than a g
For threatenin’ me
I’m’a do it myself, take you to hell, this ones for free
Killin’ you n_ggas with nothin’
Left him dead, engine runnin’
You the only i’m makin’ sure that gets whats comin’
Look at your woman, anal ripped out, its your fault
They gang banged your b_tch out in your face and you saw it
But before i let you have it i’m searchin’ your crib
For pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live
Sh_t like that, incase a n_gga wanna strike back
I’ll be right up in his ass to blow ’em out with the mac
N_ggas treat you like fam, and you on it like that?
Now you gotta lay flat, gettin’ eatin’ by rats
Gettin’ even’s never wrong, its only right to react
Eye for an eye, ’cause the sweetest part is payback
Somebody kncokin’, who dat?
“a cop man”, let him in
And give that mothaf_cka one under the chin
Cant believe this n_gga down with the feds!
The copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead
Dont explain, i put the pound on his head
Blew ’em! before that i cant remember the last time i said……
Okay, so we gonna play rough!
Chorus
