He Tried To Play Me lyrics

Song information

Artist: Cam'ron
Album: Killa Season

Lyrics

[Hell rell: hook]
He tried to play me, shit got all crazy, and things just wasn't the same
So I ran up on him, then pulled my mac out, and I blew out his brains

[Cam'ron: verse 1]
Y'all wanted violence, we move in silence
Silencer silenced the guns
I was the wildest, that was childish
Now I stack my ones
Shenay was in love with her school, rich wasn't likin' her school
Shenay caught two in her ribs
He was a hustler, she's a customer
Now he's off doing a bid
T got shot with a shotgun on his block
I wish it was all pretend
Nana gettin' high, hard enough gettin' by
When is it all gonna end
Me I'm still holding on, the team still rolling strong
The ave to down the street
But I'm a street target, call me the meat market
I stay around some beef
The block still pumpin', isn't somethin'
Needles, knives, and nines
Theres no tomorrow, food gettin' borrowed
What kinda life is mine

[Hell rell: hook]
He tried to play me, shit got all crazy, and things just wasn't the same
So I ran up on him, then pulled my mac out, and I blew out his brains

[Cam'ron: verse 2]
They call me patty-cake patty-cake the bakers man I bubble bread
Beef don't stop, whose this years knuckle head?
We done scrapped and scuffled until are knuckles bled
Shot out infront of police, yelled fuck the feds!
I patrol on thee low, po-po know my steelo
Cool see, kill a cop, niggas rollin' c-lo
Pump the pedal, bike nice chain, light change
Fiends sniffin' white cane, needle, forty, and night train
Just a hype lame, you don't love em' like dame
Three years ago I woulda robbed his dice game
Lifes changed, my snipe game still right mane
Only different is I push you to that right - lane
Gotta laugh y'all thats just blue lightning (the lambo)
Or that white thing, you on the internet pricing
I don't window shop, not me and jim go cop
Hop through the window ock, gotdamn them bimbos hot
Dukes of hazzard, they wanna do the limbo lock
Never had a pinto ock, first car a benzo drop
Benzi box put between my hot wallet
And my toaster, I really had a hot - pocket
And I'm saying this real clear, y'all can't chill here
I know real thugs in wheel chairs, yeah yeah
Banged up and they still there
Party pop more bottles then a nigga on two feet in some real gear
It's real here, real near, you feel fear, males real
They don't cry if they do cry homeboy its a steal tear
Animals, lions, whales, seals, bears
Y'all fruits, cherry, grapes, still pears

Thats why niggas fuck with me, and them ladies lovin' me
They all put they trust on me, cause I flip that killa man
Thats why niggas fuck with me, and them ladies lovin' me
They all put they trust on me, and my name is killa cam

[Hell rell: hook 2x]
He tried to play me, shit got all crazy, and things just wasn't the same
So I ran up on him, then pulled my mac out, and I blew out his brains