Why U Playin - Lyrics - Geto Boys

[ INTRO: Scarface ] Ain't no sense in you bullshittin What the f**k is you sayin? You know the way that we do *** So what the f**k is you playin? (2x) [ VERSE 1: Scarface ] Get yo hands up, you see this *** on a come-up Walk into this *** with a gun up in your sto-mach Now point me to the *** with the seven figures sittin Assumin that nobody can hit him, I've come to get him I'm starvin, it's 3 o'clock in the mornin Wakin you up out your sleep without a warnin Good morning, I come to get you for your digits Oh, see this forty cal in my hand, she finna get it Nobody speakin, don't blink, I probably think somebody reachin You make a move, I leave your body leakin all weekend Take me to the safe, and I can get you for your bucks Or I can shoot this muthaf**ka up, I don't give a f**k You make the call for all of y'all You can use your brains to think with, or I can leave em hangin on the wall What you do when a *** come through with game too Strictly for the *** with scrilla and name you A pastor will introduce you to this casket Bullshittin me gon' get you blasted [ CHORUS: Scarface ] We got the powers that move *** What the f**k is you sayin? You know the way that we do *** So what the f**k is you playin? We got the powers that move *** What the f**k is you sayin? [ VERSE 2: Willie D ] ***, I be crunk-crunk when it jump-jump Leavin muthaf**kas slump-slump In a trunk-trunk, I pump-pump Bullets into the flesh and leave you naked Stop prayin for this muthaf**ka, he ain't gon' make it You have to take it straight to his muthaf**kin dome If anybody come lookin for him, tell him he gone Can't you see his muthaf**kin eyes jumpin around Can't you see his muthaf**kin thighs humpin the ground It's goin down, when times are hard I feel like this Before I starve I'ma kill me a *** ***, I want that muthaf**kin dope and the cash And I can take it out your pockets or your *** Don't make me blast The last way you wanna see me is disgruntled Cause I shoot you in your muthaf**kin face and leave you horizontal My .45 signfies who's boss You play with me, I have your *** startin the news off Close your f**kin mouth and keep your dicksuckers tight as a gurtle Don't turn this robbery into a *** Unless you tired of livin, put your possession in my custody My finger's itchy, don't you f**k with me [ CHORUS: Scarface ] [ VERSE 3: Doracell ] Wake your *** up and shove, ***, good morning Oh, what it's all about, Doracell is in your home and The pistol's in your mouth, ***, and it's on and I represent that South, ***, I bring it on and Muthaf**ka, make this *** a simple situation, give me the loot ??? your baby and that ***, I'ma shoot, and that's the truth My pistol piece up against the wig I ain'ts to be up in this *** for long, ***, you dig? You baby-sit? ***, I don't give a f**k A *** fresh out of prison, down on my luck What's up, cold steel touchin on your dome Excellent chrome about to roam through your home Break yourself and I'm gone, it's all about the cheddar ***, ain't no sense in frontin, fool's livin better ***, plus I'm bigger, G.B.'s in this *** Know what I'm sayin? I'm the muthaf**kin man [ CHORUS: Scarface ]