b – stop playin’ lyrics – bun

(feat. redman, royce da 5’9″)

{“i-i-i-i-incredible”}

[cut-n-scratched repeatedly]
“stop, playin”

[bun b]
i’m the one man army bun b (b) i’ve never been taken out (out)
i keep mc’s breakin out (out)
i’m bringin real rap back and takin the fakin out
i’m clearin all the bullsh*t out the way to make a vacant route (route)
okay, now let the real n*gg*z roll through (through)
that’s goin for you new n*gg*z and the old too (too)
it was some bullsh*t then, and it’s some bullsh*t now
so i’m just tryin to keep the bullsh*t down
they say the rap game (game) needs balance to keep it level (level)
just like the eq with the b*ss, mid and treble (treble)
and yeah that’s true, but if you wanna point blame (blame)
just be careful about the motherf*ckin way you aim (aim)
you blame radio, internet and politics (‘tics)
but see we all really know that’s just a pile of sh*t (sh*t)
you’re not playin cause your music ain’t hittin (hittin)
the people don’t like you, stop hatin, start quittin motherf*cker

[chorus: bun b]
you sayin you’re the man, that’s the kid in you (kid in you)
because we knowin what you did and what you didn’t do (didn’t do)
it’s not the sh*t you say, it’s the sh*t you not sayin (sayin)
you know better, show better, step it up and stop playin
{[scratched:] “stop, playin”} stop playin
{[scratched:] “stop, playin”} stop playin
[scratched:] “stop, stop”
you know better, show better, step it up and stop playin

[royce da 5’9″]
n*gg*z be lyin, talkin ’bout they bust a heater
once i see ’em they be more like justin bieber
leave it, my rivals’ underground
like skyzoo’s how i do, i’ll have ’em layin on the ground
bleedin, b*tt-naked with a bullet
in his motherf*ckin head like erykah badu
i find irony in bein in the place where
i’m wearin (gucci mane) gettin white-boy (wasted)!
i tell a n*gg* break bread or take lead
i’m tryin to get rid of this weight, k-fed
me and bun got a gangsta bond
we like that once-in-a-lifetime thang to you that ain’t the prom
i’m not a fan of no man, i’m not (stan)
flow like niagara, that’s why they go god (dam)
i whip it up in the kitchen like pots and pans
i’m god-like, when i’m prayin i should stand

[chorus]

[redman]
yes sir, yo bun b i got this
yes sir, awwwwwww

no rapper can rap, quite like i can
i’ll take your best-known rapper, and make him a fan
i’m the man homeboy, we run the block
i’ll make you say “go reggie” and do the wop
ha ha, and i’m doc, the n*gg* to hate
and my flow and yo’ swag, it don’t relate
cause i’m grrreat, jewels like frosted flakes
light-skinned, just one shade darker than drake
i hold weight, when the camera rollin
it’s like golf how i got the (us open)
n*gg* i’m nice, i see you scopin
think twice before you move that close in
that’s my dosage, call me tomorrow
look so fly when you call me a barber
e’rything i write, call me the author
baby i’m back, sorry i lost ya

[chorus]

/ bun lyrics