Sipping Hansun
  Got dough like the Hansons
  Bitches come fast and out like Helly Hansen
  Mister Bristal you will neva catch me dancing
  Off the prancing
  Only in a mansion
  In a party high and drunk
  I see you glancing
  Never blow my cool even if its jammin
  Is the bitch is a feed I got a cannon
  Cock, Lick shots, Leave them where they standing
  You can call the cops I never get ran in
  Call Blake C. yall get the understanding
  Who my man is, who the fam is
  All that bullshit you talk, can it
  We own the planet
  Its a definite
  Niggas go for money reppin it
  Armagedding it
  Everything we on we setting it
  You delicate
  Farr away in the country where you better get
  Yall need to get with some veterans
  
  Chorus: (Harve Pierre)
  You don't wanna play around
  You don't wanna play around
  You don't wanna play around...with me
  No more.....I'll kill you
  You don't wanna play around
  You don't wanna play around
  You don't wanna play around...with me
  No more.....I'll kill you
  
  (Lil Cease)
  Yo Yo Yo
  Niggas wanna start shit
  Push the button
  See the dough flip from the carpet
  Me and Brist about to lock down the market
  Gats they spark it
  Lie to
  Got crips and bloods that pop ???
  B.Rock I'm a die for you
  Til this day I'm a ride for you
  God forbid I die too
  When you pull that gack
  I'll be right besides you
  To guide you
  On who to hit and not to
  If a niggas guilty he got to die to
  Thats the reala
  They talking to the roach killa
  The most illa
  About to upset New York like Reggie Miller
  Plus they say you turn thug you turn killa
  Its hard to turn back when a nigga feel ya
  That's why they say don't nobody know you til sombody kill ya
  That's why I say stay back, don't get to familiar
  Cause if you get to close my niggas might fucking kill ya
  
  Chorus: (Harve Pierre)
  You don't wanna play around
  You don't wanna play around
  Lil Kim: another
  You don't wanna play around...with me
  Lil Kim: da queen b
  No more.......I'll kill you
  Lil Kim: the extraodinaire
  You don't wanna play around
  Lil Kim: Lil Cease
  You don't wanna play around
  Lil Kim: Coming at ya for the year 2000, the new millenium
  You don't wanna play around...with me
  Lil Kim: uh
  No more.......I'll kill you
  Lil Kim: uh
  
  (Lil Kim)
  Fuck all yall hoes I blows like suits
  Bitches don't shake my hand
  They salute, the leutinent
  Rich men kiss the back of the hand of the royal heiness..pocanhantas..mafia behind this
  Balling like Utah
  Didn't think a ghetto bitch could come this far
  From pushing buicks to candle apple red jaguars
  Niggas think I'm rich
  I could rock a fubu suit...a furry kangol and some cowboy boots
  And still be the shit of the night
  When I come through
  You be on the side holding your cups like the bums do
  Waiting for the queen to put some change in it
  I pull out a g and drop it
  With a hundred grand left in my pocket
  I promoted this shit
  So I got to make a profit
  And all the ends I sends to my mens down in Scarfett
  Me and Lil Cease in partuni partners
  Laying niggas down like carpenters
  So pardon us
  Like Nikes, we just do it
  We aint ameteurs to this shit
  We used to it
  And all the bodies I killed
  I keep them on file
  So when there anniversaries come
  We pop Cristal
  Ask Chrystal, the golden child Tow dow!
  Take it how I give it
  You talk shit
  We live it
  Don't forget it
  
  (Puff)
  Stop trying to sound like her too
  
  Chrous plus ad libs from Lil Kim and Puff till fade