Play It Cool lyrics

[Chorus: Young Chop]
Ay keep it movin' n*gga
'Cuz all my n*ggas ya they f*ckin' shooters n*gga
All my n*ggas brains, ya they coo-coo n*gga
And b*tch we ride down your block just to shoot a n*gga
And all you n*ggas tellin' when the folks come
And when they snatch my n*ggas we don't know nothin'
Y'all n*ggas better play it cool
I got some killas in the D too

[Verse 1: Snap Dogg]
Hit a n*gga block, just to catch him up
Heard a n*gga snitchin' so I had to wet him up
Choppa do a n*gga [?], I don't give a f*ck
You ain't playin' with no rookies boy, we the first to bust
You playin' tough, hoe n*gga, like we ain't on your head
I'm gonna beat this n*gga ass so he gonna end up dead
Oh sh*t, can't say too much, 'cuz the n*gga Fed
And I ain't gonna shoot the little bast*rd 'cuz I know he scared
You done f*cked up and let me bring the hittas out
They don't do no tweet-for-tweet, they pull up to your house
Drag your ass off that b*tch so we can scrap it ou
And make you beg for your life before I pop you out
Why these n*ggas wanna play like I ain't kill sh*t?
This ain't them shells that hit your ass, you gonna feel this
Word around the city you need n*ggas to have your back
Well I'mma take this n*gga chain, run and tell that
[Chorus: Young Chop]
Ay keep it movin' n*gga
'Cuz all my n*ggas ya they f*ckin' shooters n*gga
All my n*ggas brains, ya they coo-coo n*gga
And b*tch we ride down your block just to shoot a n*gga
And all you n*ggas tellin' when the folks come
And when they snatch my n*ggas we don't know nothin'
Y'all n*ggas better play it cool
I got some killas in the D too

[Verse 2: Snap Dogg]
f*ckin' with them killas from the Chi to the D
Chop going crazy, actin' up on the beat
Durk can hit my line if it's ever any beef
Put a pillow over his head (bow, bow!) while he sleep
n*ggas talkin' rats, where I'm from show some
pus*y got a pole and he ain't gonna blow no
They say Snap, you got the facts, ya that boy know something
Where I'm from we tote them pistols we don't do it for no frontin'
Unk said 'stop, don't reply to what they said'
Hell ya Unk, I forgot he special ed
Next time beat this n*gga ass, like he read
Keep on squeezin' on that n*gga 'til the blood out his head

[Chorus: Young Chop]
Ay keep it movin' n*gga
'Cuz all my n*ggas ya they f*ckin' shooters n*gga
All my n*ggas brains, ya they coo-coo n*gga
And b*tch we ride down your block just to shoot a n*gga
And all you n*ggas tellin' when the folks come
And when they snatch my n*ggas we don't know nothin'
Y'all n*ggas better play it cool
I got some killas in the D too