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Head Murray - Wanna Play lyrics
Tuesday night, I was laid up in the bed
 Tired as hell, I'm hearing voices in my head
 Heard some knocks, grabbed my tone, ran to the doe (door)
 Screamed, "Who is it?", but i ain't hear that shit no mo'
 Cocked my nine
 I went to peekin' out the blinds
 Thought it was fine
 But at a unexpected time
 The doe (door) flew in, I got a two-story home
 Seen 'em comin' wit they face masks on
 Bust the choppers, down the stairs, they hit the cut
 Two of them got away, but the other two got stuck
 Hit 'em again
 One in the neck, one in the chin
 Then called the Law and said I did they ass in
 Hook:
 OK, you wanna play
 You say you know where I stay?
 Well, come today
 Bring yo bad ass on, I'm waitin on ya
 I got a K wit a motherfuckin' shank on it
 You bitch you
 OK, you wanna play
 You say you know where I stay?
 Well, come today
 Bring yo bad ass on, I'm waitin on ya
 I got a K wit a motherfuckin' shank on it
 You bitch you
 Say whodie, you won't believe what happened to me
 A nigga all in my spot, and he askin' for me
 See I wouldn't at the spot, but my broad was there
 When she hit me on the phone, it's niggas in there
 They knocked me off for a bird and my platinum chain
 Them niggas from round there, they just doin' they thangHead Murray - Wanna Play - http://motolyrics.com/head-murray/wanna-play-lyrics.html
 I respect the game
 But they got to respect it, I aint no hoe ass nigga
 I'm gone take car my business
 Next day, broad-daylight, rode the track
 The first nigga looked suspicious had to get in the back
(Talking)
 Bitch, we ain't straight no mo'
 Hoe we used to have fun, we don't play no mo'
 Them niggas that you run wit, they kicked in my doe
 So I'm gone shoot you in yo face if you don't cough up that dope, bitch
Hook
 This situation is a cold thang
 I got to explain
 Cause nigga this a cold game
 I was keeping my pounds at a spot in Raleigh
 But I was moving them thangs, like they was hot tamales
 Well, hot tamales, I played the cards I was dealt
 Because I knew befo' long that they'll hang they self
 I ain't no fool
 Nigga that's why I play it cool
 I know the shit you will and won't try to do
 But what you came in wit, that's what you left wit (AHH HAA)
 Because I'm three steps ahead, it's like you brainless
 I been fuckin' wit money, I been having birds
 I disassociated my self from bad nerves
 Cause once you under pressure, you'll bust trick
 And you the type of nigga that I can't trust bitch
 And the nigga that went, you just a send-out
 I tried to kill yo hoe ass, but you went out, the window, bitch 
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