Don't say I didn't warn ya   About playin' them hoe games   Like callin' me out on my name   Some a y'all are still gonna try to show off   And get busted in ya goddamn mouth      I won't understand how a man can call a man   A bitch or a hoe and be playin' in my book, that's a no-no   Your mouth don't write a check that your ass can't cash, bro   Pop you on the [unverified] for what   Niggas done got when they played too much      Willie D'll tap a bitch and that's it   Anything else is punk shit   I'll give you some a this, and some a this   They're just special effects but you can bet   I got something to make them hoes ease up off me black   'Cause homie don't play that      A lot of suckers got they ass kicked   'Cause hard heads and rankin' don't mix   But if you gonna cap on each other   You gotta know when it's gettin' personal sucker      Instead of eatin' up your homeboys grill   See, that's how a nigga gettin' killed   Fools like to joke when your serious   So, to kill the bullshit I stopped fuckin' wit her, period      Don't snatch my hat off my head like we're homies   And greet me wit a [unverified] cause you don't know me   Play with your mother or your father   You ain't got no pussy, I don't even wanna be bothered      And you bet' not act like you wanna swang   'Cause I'm pretty good with them thangs   So, call my bluff, do what you like and   I'ma make you read these Nikes, wrastlin' ain't masculine      You say you wanna go to war B   Instead of tryin' to test me   Horse playin' like an adolescent   Will get your ass wrapped up like a present      Your compliments ain't nutthin' but a racket   Your whole conversation is plastic   You say you like my new jacket   Jealous motherfucka even sound sarcastic      It's in your voice when we shootin' the shit   Maytag ass nigga ain't nuttin' but a bitch   Ain't got no back 'cause you're always frontin' black   Man, homie don't play that      I don't play that   Let's take it all the way back      Niggas say, I'm crazy   When I say keep your comments about my lady   They say, "You're lucky, I wish I had a girl like that"   I never smile 'cause I know where they hearts is at   All in front of my girl sayin', how pretty she looks      Game recognized, I wrote the book   "Got a good thing, hold tight, don't lose her brother"   You may as well straight up, say, you wanna fuck her   Still waters run deep, man      And ain't nothing worse than one who fronts like a friend   Call your crib when they know you ain't home   Tryin' to rap to your girl on the telephone   Snake in the grass, I see him comin' from a mile away I start gunnin'      And every time one drops   You can see a card wit they face on it in the mailbox   See, we ain't that cool, where you can play wit my girl   And try to get a free feel fool or conversate wit us alone      Then I have to step in and stop ya from goin' on and on   With that idle chatter   You say your just bein' friendly, ain't that a bitch?   You could be my brother, my father but the fact   Is homie don't play that      I don't play that   Man, homie don't play that