Fabolous › Lyrics › Gangsta Don't Play

Yes, I wanted them to know, say real warriors don't play
And if you romp with us, you have to run away
I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play
And if they romp with us, they have to run away

Know they romp with us and they go run and hide
Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide
Only a fool get caught up in his own pride
Hope they’ll be ready for your ride

I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play
If they romp with us, they have to run away

Know they romp with us and they go run and hide
Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide
Only a fool get caught up in his own pride
Hope they’ll be ready for your ride

Gangstas ain't this fly? This is just a rare occasion
You can hear it's blazin’, soon as the layer is raisin’
Hell yeah, we hazin’, sexy pair of [Incomprehensible]
Chinky eyes, dark hair, you would swear they Asian

They Bahama mamas, holdin’ llama mamas
Put the gangsta grills on when it's drama mamas
Murder them, murder them
They don't make a move ‘til they get word from him

I could be in Fiji, one call to a gigi
She on some belly s*** like X with a squiggy
They say it's gangsta, but it's just the way of life
If life's a b****, better make everyday your wife

I’m from the era of the shootouts for drug spots
Happy to be here, so I smile in my mug shots
The David Dinkins years, I even dug Koch
Before the George Bush drugs watch, bloodclaat

I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play
And if they romp with us, they have to run away

Know, they romp with us and they go run and hide
Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide
Only a fool get caught up in his own pride
Hope they’ll be ready for your ride

I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play
If they romp with us, they have to run away

Know they romp with us and they go run and hide
Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide
Only a fool get caught up in his own pride
Hope they’ll be ready for your ride

We say death before dishonor
The scent that you smellin’ on my breath is marijuana
‘Fore I left to Tijuana
I told them it was war, so they nephew or they mama
Betta wear a tef for they’re gonna

That’s what it sounds like when thugs cry
I see things, see wings when the slugs fly
Low life Loso, P Wing Rugby
Low Teddi, young niggas that no ready

I go back like recline, no need for rewind
Still run through flat bush like the D line
Usually just the team
‘Cuz them extra niggas be unnecessary
Just like a Uzi wit a beam and a 'cuzzi full of steam

Suzie and Janine
Niggas do s*** like this but it’s usually in there dreams
Gangsta don’t sleep unless it’s guns by the bed
Ever wonder why the bread gets snatched by the Feds?

I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play
And if they romp with us, they have to run away

Know they romp with us and they go run and hide
Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide
Only a fool get caught up in his own pride
Hope they’ll be ready for your ride

I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play
If they romp with us, they have to run away

Know they romp with us and they go run and hide
Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide
Only a fool get caught up in his own pride
Hope they’ll be ready for your ride