No Play lyrics

[Verse 1: TUT]
Uh, no we no play 'round here
No it ain't safe out here
n*gga mo' try me, might catch me a case out here
And I'm so southside
We crank that bass 'round here, hoes thirsty they might dehydrate
But we don't save 'round here
They know my name out here, ain't no such thing as fame out here
I end a foul play a n*gga got robbed for his watch and a chain out here
But yo' b*tch wanna lick me, that's why she came out here
Showing me all of her no-no parts but I never heard her-her say no-no stop
These hoes so strange out here
f*ck in a second I don't think they know that n*ggas got AIDS out here
But she feel safe 'round here and she still slide on it like its a playground round here
sh*t I gotta stay down' round here n*ggas get laid down 'round here
Sendin muhf*ckas to the clock 'round here
And I'm tryna live long when life's short
See I won't stop and ya'll don't start
Ya'll just talkin' I don't bark I'm a animal
If there was another me we would've made it on Noah's ark
And I could still swim in a pool of sharks
No we no play 'round here (no play, n*gga)
No we no play 'round here (yeaaaaah)

[Brian Camerino]
Keep it pimpin' hoe
n*gga (ooh ooh)
f*ck we gon' play with you n*ggas fo'
f*ck you n*ggas, n*gga (don't play)
Pimpin' ass n*ggas, f*ck you mean n*gga
f*ck you n*gga, f*ck you mean n*gga (hoe, yeaah)
Right
b*tch, b*tchass
Camerino, hoe!
[Verse 2: Brian Camerino]
Now we don't play round here
Ya life ain't a thang 'round here
Mama told me if you bold enough to show what you holdin' boy you better bang right here
Stay in ya lane [?] in my wrist
Pain to ya mane to a stretcher I fear
But I'ma stay grounded I'm mellow my fella
I'm still writin' my raps with loose change
I swear couple friends now dead to these tears I shred
But that don't mean I'm a pus*y hoe
If I care at all the loss you got in yo' heart then maybe I would be hoe
It's hard to see me now, would my n*gga be proud if I'm turnin' out livin' like I told him when I was younger
I wanna tell my cousin Jammy that I love him dearly
But you live-by or die-by a corner
But I still dream of days, when he was safe
To keep legit yo' bullsh*t at bay
And keep on tryin' you should be grindin'
Like you wanted yo' tomorrow, yesterday
And Lord knows I want that sh*t bad (that sh*t bad)
Time flies and [?]
And my mind's growin' tired of you (doo-doo)
My gosh that's fire but disguised as a tomb
And Lord knows I'm a wayward sinner
Remember back in the days pops worked like a slave pushed wages to pay our dinners in a world full of lions and thieves
Cryin' to the sky Lord, God why me
Asking why [?] and I look at my cousin layin' in that casket remind us that n*ggas ain't playin' round here (it's the House)
Nah, n*ggas ain't safe 'round here
And watch your statements n*ggas the concrete and payments and the graves 'round here
Rap n*ggas never change 'round here
Glock clouds put us rain out here
Could have your raincoat on [?] still get sprayed 'round here
n*gga
b*tches
It's the house (I like my b*tches wet n*gga)
Biiiiitch
f*ck you too n*gga
And yo' mama b*tch
Nah I love yo' mama doe