Lil' Kim - Play around

Sipping Hansun Got dough like the Hansons Bitches come fast and out like Helly Hansen Mister Bristal you will neva catch me dancing Off the prancing Only in a mansion In a party high and drunk I see you glancing Never blow my cool even if its jammin Is the bitch is a feed I got a cannon Cock, Lick shots, Leave them where they standing You can call the cops I never get ran in Call Blake C. yall get the understanding Who my man is, who the fam is All that bullshit you talk, can it We own the planet Its a definite Niggas go for money reppin it Armagedding it Everything we on we setting it You delicate Farr away in the country where you better get Yall need to get with some veterans Chorus: (Harve Pierre) You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around...with me No more.....I'll kill you You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around...with me No more.....I'll kill you (Lil Cease) Yo Yo Yo Niggas wanna start shit Push the button See the dough flip from the carpet Me and Brist about to lock down the market Gats they spark it Lie to Got crips and bloods that pop ??? B.Rock I'm a die for you Til this day I'm a ride for you God forbid I die too When you pull that gack I'll be right besides you To guide you On who to hit and not to If a niggas guilty he got to die to Thats the reala They talking to the roach killa The most illa About to upset New York like Reggie Miller Plus they say you turn thug you turn killa Its hard to turn back when a nigga feel ya That's why they say don't nobody know you til sombody kill ya That's why I say stay back, don't get to familiar Cause if you get to close my niggas might fucking kill ya Chorus: (Harve Pierre) You don't wanna play around You don't wanna play around Lil Kim: another You don't wanna play around...with me Lil Kim: da queen b No more.......I'll kill you Lil Kim: the extraodinaire You don't wanna play around Lil Kim: Lil Cease You don't wanna play around Lil Kim: Coming at ya for the year 2000, the new millenium You don't wanna play around...with me Lil Kim: uh No more.......I'll kill you Lil Kim: uh (Lil Kim) Fuck all yall hoes I blows like suits Bitches don't shake my hand They salute, the leutinent Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal heiness..pocanhantas..mafia behind this Balling like Utah Didn't think a ghetto bitch could come this far From pushing buicks to candle apple red jaguars Niggas think I'm rich I could rock a fubu suit...a furry kangol and some cowboy boots And still be the shit of the night When I come through You be on the side holding your cups like the bums do Waiting for the queen to put some change in it I pull out a g and drop it With a hundred grand left in my pocket I promoted this shit So I got to make a profit And all the ends I sends to my mens down in Scarfett Me and Lil Cease in partuni partners Laying niggas down like carpenters So pardon us Like Nikes, we just do it We aint ameteurs to this shit We used to it And all the bodies I killed I keep them on file So when there anniversaries come We pop Cristal Ask Chrystal, the golden child Tow dow! Take it how I give it You talk shit We live it Don't forget it (Puff) Stop trying to sound like her too Chrous plus ad libs from Lil Kim and Puff till fade