[Verse 1: TUT]
Uh, no we no play 'round here
No it ain't safe out here
N***a mo' try me, might catch me a case out here
And I'm so southside
We crank that bass 'round here, hoes thirsty they might dehydrate
But we don't save 'round here
They know my name out here, ain't no such thing as fame out here
I end a foul play a n***a got robbed for his watch and a chain out here
But yo' bitch wanna lick me, that's why she came out here
Showing me all of her no-no parts but I never heard her-her say no-no stop
These hoes so strange out here
Fuck in a second I don't think they know that n***as got AIDS out here
But she feel safe 'round here and she still slide on it like its a playground round here
Shit I gotta stay down' round here n***as get laid down 'round here
Sendin muhfuckas to the clock 'round here
And I'm tryna live long when life's short
See I won't stop and ya'll don't start
Ya'll just talkin' I don't bark I'm a animal
If there was another me we would've made it on Noah's ark
And I could still swim in a pool of sharks
No we no play 'round here (no play, n***a)
No we no play 'round here (yeaaaaah)

[Brian Camerino]
Keep it pimpin' hoe
N***a (ooh ooh)
Fuck we gon' play with you n***as fo'
Fuck you n***as, n***a (don't play)
Pimpin' ass n***as, fuck you mean n***a
Fuck you n***a, fuck you mean n***a (hoe, yeaah)
Right
Bitch, bitchass
Camerino, hoe!
[Verse 2: Brian Camerino]
Now we don't play round here
Ya life ain't a thang 'round here
Mama told me if you bold enough to show what you holdin' boy you better bang right here
Stay in ya lane [?] in my wrist
Pain to ya mane to a stretcher I fear
But I'ma stay grounded I'm mellow my fella
I'm still writin' my raps with loose change
I swear couple friends now dead to these tears I shred
But that don't mean I'm a pussy hoe
If I care at all the loss you got in yo' heart then maybe I would be hoe
It's hard to see me now, would my n***a be proud if I'm turnin' out livin' like I told him when I was younger
I wanna tell my cousin Jammy that I love him dearly
But you live-by or die-by a corner
But I still dream of days, when he was safe
To keep legit yo' bullshit at bay
And keep on tryin' you should be grindin'
Like you wanted yo' tomorrow, yesterday
And Lord knows I want that shit bad (that shit bad)
Time flies and [?]
And my mind's growin' tired of you (doo-doo)
My gosh that's fire but disguised as a tomb
And Lord knows I'm a wayward sinner
Remember back in the days pops worked like a slave pushed wages to pay our dinners in a world full of lions and thieves
Cryin' to the sky Lord, God why me
Asking why [?] and I look at my cousin layin' in that casket remind us that n***as ain't playin' round here (it's the House)
Nah, n***as ain't safe 'round here
And watch your statements n***as the concrete and payments and the graves 'round here
Rap n***as never change 'round here
Glock clouds put us rain out here
Could have your raincoat on [?] still get sprayed 'round here
N***a
Bitches
It's the house (I like my bitches wet n***a)
Biiiiitch
Fuck you too n***a
And yo' mama bitch
Nah I love yo' mama doe