He Tried to Play Me

He tried to play me Shit got all crazy But things just wasn't the same So I ran up on him Then pulled my mac out And I blew out his brains Why all with the violence We move in silence Silence plus silence the guns I was the wildest That was childish Now I stack my ones Shinay was in love with her school Rich wasn't liking his school Shinay caught two in the ribs He was a hustler She's a customer Now he's off doing a bid Tee got shot with a shotgun on his block I wish it was all pretend Nana would get high Hard enough getting buy When is it all gonna end Me I'm still holding on The team still rollin' strong The ave is down the street But I'm a street target Call me a meat market I stay around some beef The blocks still pumpin' Isn't it somethin'? Needles, knives and nines There's no tomorrow Food getting borrowed What kind of life is mine? He tried to play me Shit got all crazy But things just wasn't the same So I ran up on him Then pulled my mac out And I blew out his brains They call me "patty cake patty cake the bakers man", I bubble bread (bread) Beef don't stop, who's this years knuckle head? (knuckle head) We done scrapped and scuffled until our knuckles bled (bled) Shot out in front of police, yell f*ck a fed! (f*ck a fed) I patrol on d-lo, po-po know my steelo Who seen killa cop, nigga's rolling see-lo Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain Fiends sniffin' white caine, needle, 40 and night train (that's Harlem) Just a hype lame, you'll never like dame (why) Three years ago I would of robbed his dice game (true) Life's changed my snipe game's the right main (what's the difference?) Only difference is I'll push you to that right lane (whip in traffic) Gotta laugh y'all that's just blue lightning (the lamb) Or that white thing, you on the internet pricing (pricing?) I don't window shop, not me and Jim go cop Hop through the window ock, god damn them bimbo's hot (hot) Dukes of hazard, they wanna do the limbo lock Never had a pinto ock, first car a Benzo drop (Mercedes) "Bens and bops", put between my hot wallet And my toaster, I really had a hot pocket And I'm saying this real clear, y'all can't chill here I know real thugs in wheelchairs Yeah yeah, and you can't steal there Party pop more bottles than a nigga on two feet and some real gear It's real here, real near, you feel fear, a meals real They don't cry, if they do cry homeboys a steel tear Animals, lions, whales, seals, bears Y'all fruits, cherries, grapes, stale pears That's why niggas f*ck with me And them ladies loving me They all put they trust in me 'Cause I flip that Killa man That's why niggas f*ck with me And them ladies loving me They all put they trust in me And my name is Killa Cam He tried to play me Shit got all crazy But things just wasn't the same So I ran up on him Then pulled my mac out And I blew out his brains