Playing Fair by Tay Capone Lyrics
[Hook]
Load 'em up and let the choppers ride
Them niggas talking but they not outside
Last nigga went and dissed my homie bet his mama cried
That shit that happened to my brodie left me traumatized
So if you try to get up on me then it's homicide
Catch you lacking on our side then we ain't playing fair
If you ever cross that line you better off staying there
Did him dirty on the drive now he just laying here
We ain't playing fair
[Verse]
Trying to tell the opposition we ain't playing fair
'Member posting on the block I used to stay in there
'Memeber days was skipping school I never made it there
And if you say we got a problem we can take it there
Had to quit codeine my parents hate the lean
I'm poppin percocet I don't wanna face the demons
I was told to kill the opps they never gave a reason
Tay600 up them Rugers got my name from squeezing
I hit her once I'm leaving, yeah
Dick in her mouth she teething, yeah
These niggas fake I see it, yeah
I jumped yo gate I need it, yeah
If we got a problem it's man to man
I don't ever sell no drugs I don't do the hand to hand
Ride through the drive you see them sticks look like Afghanistan
Get yo car blicked roll down yo window tryna aim at heads
[Hook]
Load 'em up and let the choppers ride
Them niggas talking but they not outside
Last nigga went and dissed my homie bet his mama cried
That shit that happened to my brodie left me traumatized
So if you try to get up on me then it's homicide
Catch you lacking on our side then we ain't playing fair
If you ever cross that line you better off staying there
Did him dirty on the drive now he just laying here
No we ain't playing fair
[Verse 2]
I see the fake up in yo eyes
Niggas say they real but they be fu up in disguise
Acting like they with you but they part of yo demise
When my homies switched up man it caught me by surprise, they love the lies
But i was told to speak the truth
It's 3am I'm still recording in the booth
I'm laughing at these niggas cause they funny like a spoof
And if you see him with me then you know that he gone shoot
On my left wrist you see a rolly face
Talk to my son because I know he straight
I'm trying to get it to them golden gates
I ran it up but I got more to make
They on a shorter pace
I gotta get a bag
Run up do him dirt think it's chicken ass
Never was the type to speak on what I wish I had
When we catch you we gone kill you for that money bag
[Hook]
Load 'em up and let the choppers ride
Them niggas talking but they not outside
Last nigga went and dissed my homie bet his mama cried
That shit that happened to my brodie left me traumatized
So if you try to get up on me then it's homicide
Catch you lacking on our side then we ain't playing fair
If you ever cross that line you better off staying there
Did him dirty on the drive now he just laying here
We ain't playing fair
Load 'em up and let the choppers ride
Them niggas talking but they not outside
Last nigga went and dissed my homie bet his mama cried
That shit that happened to my brodie left me traumatized
So if you try to get up on me then it's homicide
Catch you lacking on our side then we ain't playing fair
If you ever cross that line you better off staying there
Did him dirty on the drive now he just laying here
We ain't playing fair
[Verse]
Trying to tell the opposition we ain't playing fair
'Member posting on the block I used to stay in there
'Memeber days was skipping school I never made it there
And if you say we got a problem we can take it there
Had to quit codeine my parents hate the lean
I'm poppin percocet I don't wanna face the demons
I was told to kill the opps they never gave a reason
Tay600 up them Rugers got my name from squeezing
I hit her once I'm leaving, yeah
Dick in her mouth she teething, yeah
These niggas fake I see it, yeah
I jumped yo gate I need it, yeah
If we got a problem it's man to man
I don't ever sell no drugs I don't do the hand to hand
Ride through the drive you see them sticks look like Afghanistan
Get yo car blicked roll down yo window tryna aim at heads
[Hook]
Load 'em up and let the choppers ride
Them niggas talking but they not outside
Last nigga went and dissed my homie bet his mama cried
That shit that happened to my brodie left me traumatized
So if you try to get up on me then it's homicide
Catch you lacking on our side then we ain't playing fair
If you ever cross that line you better off staying there
Did him dirty on the drive now he just laying here
No we ain't playing fair
[Verse 2]
I see the fake up in yo eyes
Niggas say they real but they be fu up in disguise
Acting like they with you but they part of yo demise
When my homies switched up man it caught me by surprise, they love the lies
But i was told to speak the truth
It's 3am I'm still recording in the booth
I'm laughing at these niggas cause they funny like a spoof
And if you see him with me then you know that he gone shoot
On my left wrist you see a rolly face
Talk to my son because I know he straight
I'm trying to get it to them golden gates
I ran it up but I got more to make
They on a shorter pace
I gotta get a bag
Run up do him dirt think it's chicken ass
Never was the type to speak on what I wish I had
When we catch you we gone kill you for that money bag
[Hook]
Load 'em up and let the choppers ride
Them niggas talking but they not outside
Last nigga went and dissed my homie bet his mama cried
That shit that happened to my brodie left me traumatized
So if you try to get up on me then it's homicide
Catch you lacking on our side then we ain't playing fair
If you ever cross that line you better off staying there
Did him dirty on the drive now he just laying here
We ain't playing fair