Bun B - Stop Playin' Lyrics
feat. Redman & Royce Da 5'9"[Bun B]I'm the one-man army, Bun BI've never been taken outI keep emcees breaking outI'm bringing real rap back andTaking the faking outI'm clearing all the bullshit out the wayTo make a vacant routeOK, now let the real niggas roll throughIt's going for you new niggas and the old tooIt was some bullshit then and it's some bullshit nowSo I'm just tryna keep the bullshit downThey say the rap game needs balance to keep it levelJust like the EQ with the bass, mid, and trebleAnd yeah that's true but if you wanna point blameJust be careful about the mother*****ing way you aimYou blame radio, internet, and politicsBut see, we all really know it's just a pile of shitYou not playing cause your music ain't hittingThe people don't like you, stop hating, start quitting mutha*****a[Hook - Bun B]You saying you the man, that's the key to youBecause we knowing what you did and what you didn't doIt's not the shit you say, It's the shit you not sayingYou know better, show better, step it up and stop playingStop playing[Verse 2: Royce]Niggas be lying, talking about they bust a heaterOnce I see him, they be more like Justin BieberLeave it, my rivals underground like SkyZoo's how I doI have em laying on the ground bleedingButt ***** with a bullet in his mother*****ing head like Erykah BaduI find irony in being in the place whereI'm wearing Gucci mane, getting white boy wastedI tell a nigga break bread or take leadI'm trying to get rid of this weight, K-FedMe and Bun got the gangsta bondWe like that once-in-a-lifetime fame, to you that ain't the promI'm not a fan of no man, I'm not StanFlow like Viagra, that's why they go, God damnI whip it up in the kitchen like pots and pansI'm God-like, when I'm praying I should stand[Hook][Verse 3: Redman]No rapper can rap quite like I canNow take your best-known rapper and make him a fanI'm the man homeboy, been running the blockI make you say Go Reggie and do the wop, ha haAnd I'm Doc, the niggas are hatingMy flow and your swag, it don't relateCause I'm grrreatJewels like Frosted FlakesLight-skinned, just one shade darker than DrakeI hold weight when the camera rollingIt's like golf how I got the US OpenNigga I'm nice, I see you scopingThink twice before you move that close inThat's my dosage, call me tomorrowLook so fly when you call me a barberEverything I write, call me the authorBaby I'm back, sorry I lost you
