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letra de how we gone play it - da mafia 6ix

[intro: dj paul]
wh-ssup n-gga?
crunchy bust on that hoe!
koop bust on that n-gga!
whats up now n-ggas?
lord bust on that n-gga!
boo grab that hoe, n-gga!
(dj paul, j-green, shawty trap on track)
y’all know what the f-ck it is n-gga
mafia 6ix up in this motherf-cker
guns out, blazin’
light your whole motherf-ckin’ hood up hoe
y’all already know what it is
b-tch

[hook: dj paul]
n-gga say it, that’s how we gon’ play it
(?) chop the bullets at yo motherf-ckin’ head
and if you talk about it; i hope you be about it
cause i won’t hest-tate to hit a n-gga like that (?)

[verse 1: koopsta knicca]
this a kick door
rowdy, rowdy pistol
koopsta, scarecrow
y’all hoes don’t know yo
b-tch tagged too
sippin’ lean don’t make ’em hard
ripped his -ss apart
left ’em dead from the start b-tch
murder’s in my mind
sharin’ dead bodies …
how … b-tch when n0body never asked me
now scar on leg (?) we (?)
redrum, bodies numb, this song, vietnam

[verse 2: gangsta boo]
i got that mask to my f-cking face; i’m fiendin’
i’m ’bout to click up on that b-tch without a reason
hey, what you b-tches wanna do?
since you out here talking sh-t
if you wanna run into this click come get yo wig split
this ain’t what you want my nig
i need that dope, i need to smoke
crazy lady never barrin’ b-tches
when she full of c0ke
(did she say she full of c0ke?)
yea that’s what i said young n-gga
(?) finger (?) the trigger and ready to put it up in ya

[hook: dj paul]

[bridge: dj paul/beat change]
ya! what the f-cks up n-gga?
we got guns out
change the motherf-ckin’ beat up

[verse 3: dj paul]
yeah
i stay comin’ with that hard sh-t, but i don’t start sh-t
these n-ggas wanna be with this icon how i run it
b-tch i got a click thick as h-ll
all my n-ggas goin’ to h-ll, but it’s okay
havin’ them came from there any-f-cking-way
got some n-ggas from the m with cases on first 48
got some k!llas from l.a. that’ll gun down your whole face
we don’t give a motherf-cking f-ck about your f-cking race
… is all it take of your f-cking face, f-cker!

[verse 4: lord infamous]
blay!
step into my domicile, throw your body on the pile
scarecrow from the bl–dy nile, vicious, wicked reptile
rabid warewolf on the prowl, make this millimeter growl
ready for my murder trial, lyrical black belt, tap ’em out
sick s-d-stic mojo, madness in the dojo
blow yo chitlins out your ‘fro, shoot you in the godd-mn toe
put you in the pine box, strong as an iron ox
carbin burnin’ red hot, knock you out your f-ckin’ socks

[beat change]

[hook: dj paul]

- da mafia 6ix

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