Stop Playin' - Bun B, Redman, Royce 5'9

I’m the one-man army, Bun B

I’ve never been taken out

I keep emcees breaking out

I’m bringing real rap back and

Taking the faking out

I’m clearing all the bullshit out the way

To make a vacant route

OK, now let the real niggas roll through

It’s going for you new niggas and the old too

It was some bullshit then and it’s some bullshit now

So I’m just tryna keep the bullshit down

They say the rap game needs balance to keep it level

Just like the EQ with the bass, mid, and treble

And yeah that’s true but if you wanna point blame

Just be careful about the motherfucking way you aim

You blame radio, internet, and politics

But see, we all really know it’s just a pile of shit

You not playing cause your music ain’t hitting

The people don’t like you, stop hating, start quitting muthafucka

You saying you the man, that’s the kid in you

Because we knowing what you did and what you didn’t do

It’s not the shit you say, It’s the shit you not saying

You know better, show better, step it up and stop playing

Stop playing

Niggas be lying, talking about they bust a heater

Once I see him, they be more like Justin Bieber

Leave it, my rivals underground like SkyZoo’s how I do

I have em laying on the ground bleeding

Butt naked with a bullet in his motherfucking head like Erykah Badu

I find irony in being in the place where

I’m wearing Gucci mane, getting white boy wasted

I tell a nigga break bread or take lead

I’m trying to get rid of this weight, K-Fed

Me and Bun got the gangsta bond

We like that once-in-a-lifetime fame, to you that ain’t the prom

I’m not a fan of no man, I’m not Stan

Flow like Niagra, that’s why they go, God damn

I whip it up in the kitchen like pots and pans

I’m God-like, when I’m praying I should stand

No rapper can rap quite like I can

Now take your best-known rapper and make him a fan

I’m the man homeboy, been running the block

I make you say Go Reggie and do the wop, ha ha

And I’m Doc, the niggas are hating

My flow and your 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 rolling

It’s like golf how I got the US Open

Nigga I’m nice, I see you scoping

Think twice before you move that close in

That’s my dosage, call me tomorrow

Look so fly when you call me a barber

Everything I write, call me the author

Baby I’m back, sorry I lost you