We Don’t Play That pus*y sh*t lyrics

[Verse 1]
It ain't good to do good in front of n*ggas in the hood, right?
It ain't good to do good in front of n*ggas in the hood, right?
Everybody know that
Doing good in front of n*ggas in the hood cause problems
Treys, trey pounds, and four-fours solve em (you ain't lying!)
I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth sh*t
Your man gangster? Me too -- go on, get him, b*tch!
I just bought a new toast to spit
Next n*gga getting gully getting laid out quick
Wherever ribs is touching, n*ggas is getting hurt
Cause a broke n*gga always down to put in work
Don't run up on me -- I don't know you, n*gga
So what you bought my CD? I don't owe you, n*gga
I know you love the way the Audi's beat bumps
Got your license plate rattling all over your trunk
I confuse these chumps with my style, dog
I'm from Queens, but I'm motherf*cking B.K. hard
I sound like I move bricks Uptown
But like a thug from the Bronx, I stay with the four pound
Shook n*gga -- I'm a Guinness Book n*gga

[Hook]
We don't play that pus*y sh*t round here
You can get your f*cking wig split down here
Don't go repping where you come from too much around here
You can get your f*cking cap peeled -- Queens, n*gga!
We don't play that pus*y sh*t round here
You can get your f*cking wig split down here
Don't go repping where you come from too much around here
You can get your f*cking cap peeled -- Brooklyn!

[Verse 2]
If I can't get my gun in the club, why would I come in the club?
So n*ggas I done stuck up could cut me the f*ck up?
Nah, I'm outside to jump off when they finished, G
Four deep, strapped with all kinds of heat
n*ggas think they want beef; they don't want beef
They find out when somebody they love laying in the street
When you rap, you keep it gangsta, dog -- it's all good
But don't go popping that sh*t in my old hood
Where I'm from, a young boy'll come and try you, n*gga
Shells'll have you feeling like you on fire, n*gga
If you thinking we thirsty, cuz, you right
We looking at your watch and chain like that's a S-type
Promoters saying, "Don't play 50 in the club
Last time he came on, n*ggas tore sh*t up"
What! I don't know where you from and I don't care
But, n*gga, we don't play that pus*y sh*t around here

[Hook]
We don't play that pus*y sh*t round here
You can get your f*cking wig split down here
Don't go repping where you come from too much around here
You can get your f*cking cap peeled -- Harlem, n*gga!
We don't play that pus*y sh*t round here
You can get your f*cking wig split down here
Don't go repping where you come from too much around here
You can get your f*cking cap peeled -- BX!

[Verse 3]
The only Spanish I know is, "Go on your guita la boca, puta"
"No inglés, no inglés", motherf*ckers'll shoot ya
The Latin Kings don't like me, I don't care
We don't talk that "Mira, mira" bullsh*t around here
Man, I done did so much dirt in the hood
n*ggas heard I got shot, they was all saying, "Good!"
f*ck y'all, y'all ain't got to like me
I get knocked, y'all n*ggas ain't got to write me
I'm on the same bullsh*t I been on
It's the same bullsh*t y'all n*ggas need to get on
Y'all sh*t sound too commercial
Come cruising through the hood, motherf*ckers'll hurt you
You should know where and where not to flash jewels
Cause n*gga's run up on y'all fools and flash tools
They want the money, the watch, and your tennis shoes
I ain't gotta tell you not to move -- you know the rules

[Hook]
We don't play that pus*y sh*t round here
You can get your f*cking wig split down here
Don't go repping where you come from too much around here
You can get your f*cking cap peeled -- Staten Island!