Why U Playin lyrics

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[ Intro: Scarface ]
Ain't no sense in you bullsh*ttin'
What the f*ck is you sayin?
You know the way that we do n*ggas
So what the f*ck is you playin? (2x)

[ Verse 1: Scarface ]
Get yo hands up, you see this n*gga on a come-up
Walk into this b*tch with a gun up in your sto-mach
Now point me to the n*gga with the seven figures sittin'
Assumin' that nobody can hit him, I've come to get him
I'm starvin', it's 3 o'clock in the mornin'
Wakin' you up out your sleep without a warnin'
Good morning, I come to get you for your digits
Oh, see this forty cal in my hand, she finna get it
Nobody speakin', don't blink, I probably think somebody reachin'
You make a move, I leave your body leakin' all weekend
Take me to the safe, and I can get you for your bucks
Or I can shoot this muthaf*cka up, I don't give a f*ck
You make the call for all of y'all
You can use your brains to think with, or I can leave em hangin' on the wall
What you do when a n*gga come through with game too
Strictly for the n*gga with scrilla and name you
A pastor will introduce you to this casket
Bullsh*ttin' me gon' get you blasted
[ Hook: Scarface ]
We got the powers that move n*ggas
What the f*ck is you sayin'?
You know the way that we do n*ggas
So what the f*ck is you playin'?
We got the powers that move n*ggas
What the f*ck is you sayin'?

[ Verse 2: Willie D ]
n*gga, I be crunk-crunk when it jump-jump
Leavin' muthaf*ckas slump-slump
In a trunk-trunk, I pump-pump
Bullets into the flesh and leave you naked
Stop prayin' for this muthaf*cka, he ain't gon' make it
You have to take it straight to his muthaf*ckin dome
If anybody come lookin' for him, tell him he gone
Can't you see his muthaf*ckin eyes jumpin' around
Can't you see his muthaf*ckin thighs humpin' the ground
It's goin' down, when times are hard I feel like this
Before I starve I'mma kill me a b*tch
sh*t, I want that muthaf*ckin dope and the cash
And I can take it out your pockets or your ass
Don't make me blast
The last way you wanna see me is disgruntled
Cause I shoot you in your muthaf*ckin' face and leave you horizontal
My .45 signfies who's boss
You play with me, I have your ass startin' the news off
Close your f*ckin' mouth and keep your di*ksuckers tight as a gurtle
Don't turn this robbery into a murder
Unless you tired of livin', put your possession in my custody
My finger's itchy, don't you f*ck with me
[ Hook: Scarface ]

[ Verse 3: Doracell ]
Wake your ass up and shove, n*gga, good morning
Oh, what it's all about, Doracell is in your home and
The pistol's in your mouth, n*gga, and it's on and
I represent that South, n*gga, I bring it on and
Muthaf*cka, make this sh*t a simple situation, give me the loot
??? your baby and that b*tch, I'mma shoot, and that's the truth
My pistol piece up against the wig
I ain'ts to be up in this b*tch for long, n*gga, you dig?
You baby-sit? n*gga, I don't give a f*ck
A n*gga fresh out of prison, down on my luck
What's up, cold steel touchin' on your dome
Excellent chrome about to roam through your home
Break yourself and I'm gone, it's all about the cheddar
n*gga, ain't no sense in frontin', fool's livin' better
n*gga, plus I'm bigger, G.B.'s in this b*tch
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm the muthaf*ckin man

[ Hook: Scarface ]
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