Why U Playin - Geto Boys

Ain’t no sense in you bullshittin'

What the fuck is you sayin?

You know the way that we do niggas

So what the fuck is you playin?

(2x)

Get yo hands up, you see this nigga on a come-up

Walk into this bitch with a gun up in your sto-mach

Now point me to the nigga 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 muthafucka up, I don’t give a fuck

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 nigga come through with game too

Strictly for the nigga with scrilla and name you

A pastor will introduce you to this casket

Bullshittin' me gon' get you blasted

We got the powers that move niggas

What the fuck is you sayin'?

You know the way that we do niggas

So what the fuck is you playin'?

We got the powers that move niggas

What the fuck is you sayin'?

Nigga, I be crunk-crunk when it jump-jump

Leavin' muthafuckas slump-slump

In a trunk-trunk, I pump-pump

Bullets into the flesh and leave you naked

Stop prayin' for this muthafucka, he ain’t gon' make it

You have to take it straight to his muthafuckin dome

If anybody come lookin' for him, tell him he gone

Can’t you see his muthafuckin eyes jumpin' around

Can’t you see his muthafuckin thighs humpin' the ground

It’s goin' down, when times are hard I feel like this

Before I starve I’mma kill me a bitch

Shit, I want that muthafuckin 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 muthafuckin' 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 fuckin' mouth and keep your dicksuckers 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 fuck with me

Wake your ass up and shove, nigga, good morning

Oh, what it’s all about, Doracell is in your home and

The pistol’s in your mouth, nigga, and it’s on and

I represent that South, nigga, I bring it on and

Muthafucka, make this shit a simple situation, give me the loot

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your baby and that bitch, I’mma shoot, and that’s the truth

My pistol piece up against the wig

I ain’ts to be up in this bitch for long, nigga, you dig?

You baby-sit?

Nigga, I don’t give a fuck

A nigga 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

Nigga, ain’t no sense in frontin', fool’s livin' better

Nigga, plus I’m bigger, G.B.'s in this bitch

Know what I’m sayin'?

I’m the muthafuckin man