Lyrics: Playa In Me
Album: Family Scriptures
Artist: Mo’ Thugs
 

Let me lean on in yo mind, hit you one time, see here’s ken.
Rollin off this hen, i got to do this shit again foe these niggaz,
Who didn’t ken was bringin work but now i got ya eyes open now,
Busta stay alert, prefer, to smoke that hitta, yeah, weed slit
I’ll take two hits and pass, cuz it’s that two head ah quitta.
Did i hear busta hate me, cuz i got he’s violatin, while i got
Playaz all around, in my face fakin my stinkin before ah fake
Playa, no, and i ain’t. i can’t do that type ah sucka shit, cuz
I’m ’bout bank. rollin wit ah clique, dat straight puttin it
Down, playa get ya smoke on, to that mo thug sound, right
Chorus nothin but tha playa in me, it’s nothin but tha playa in
Me(4x)
Ya heard me puttin it down, from tha c town, playa we heatin
Niggaz, i roll wit ah clique ah playaz we’re real street, figures
Beat, hustlaz down if you ain’t got my paper and if it’s no more
‘ttention to payin me, i might have to fade ya, that’s real. so
Go one and take it foe what it’s worth, playa hatin fellaz on tha
Outskirts. mad, i’m nigga, then came up and did his thang, now
Tha topic of conversation is ken dawg man, playa, if you lookin
And i’m gon’ give you p’z, i wish all of tha playa hataz would
Follow me, rollin high, passin by, my mind was fly, that stress is
Far behind, and don’t ask why. i’m ken dawg, my brothaz, don’t
I’m tryin to deal, every time i hit ya, i’m spittin real shit,
Real hit, so yall, go on and relax, and yall step back, and let
Tha cadillacs ride
Chorus
It’s nothin but tha playa in me, at all times, i’m floatin through
Tha city and i’m droppin 25. i know yall feel me, don’t spill the
Henesy, cuz then you gon’ have to see me. nah i can’t get like
That, about no drank, but i can get like that, about my bank, and
I be sayin shit, to make this niggaz flip their script, head tha
Hit, and that must have been it, i’m in it, to win it, don’t be p
O’n on me. rollin through this madness, all lonely, niggaz actin
Phoney, don’t be like them regular competetors, stressin ’bout
Them tricks, on tha regular, i’m ken dawg, i’m doin it to ya right
(right), every time i put it down it’s all tight (it’s all tight),
We all high (we all high), lit up lit up lit up, so go one and get
Yo hands up, nigga what?
Chorus