Don’t Shut Down on a Player

[Intro]
This is real (Believe that, hardcore, breakdown)
Hardcore, breakdown (Give up that money)
Don't shut down on a player (Hardcore, breakdown)
You got to give a pound to a player (Hardcore, breakdown), yeah

[Verse 1: Big Ill]
Well, it's the low-down and I'm low-key
I'll get you loose like the deuce-deuce O-Z, niggas know me
'Cause I'm a king like Tee, make you run like D
MC like A, keep it real like B
From Cypress Hill, I might just fill
Your ass with the lead, explode to the next
Episode, code red, danger, exit, homicide
Word to mama, I'd save the drama, slide
If you want your life to be short like too
'Cause what you gonna do when I come to jack you?
Sirens sound, double-barrel shotty let off a round
Catch a body, leave your ass on the ground
Three-five-seven, fuck a nine-eleven carol
What you lookin' at? The sawed-off double-barrel
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, mind on the slammer
Roll up on you, make you run your shit, fuck the glamour
So pop a squat 'fore I drop a shot on you, fool
It really don't matter, in your bladder got the tool
Drive about forty-five to make your ass jump
As I cruise up the block and let your system thump

[Chorus]
Hardcore, breakdown
Hardcore, breakdown
Don't shut down on a player
You gotta give a pound to a player, don't shut— don't shut—

[Verse 2: Al Skratch]
Well, it's the uptown bandit, Mr. Raspy
Blaow, blaow, AK, yow, I'ma blast, G
Back in the nine-oh, I was a wino
What's yours is mine, yo, I sneak up from behind slow
Before you think to make your move
That's when I break the rules and I snake your jewels
Give it to you how you want it 'cause I'm blunted
As I roll with my cold Old gold 800
I got the bankroll, who got the bank?
I'm ready to stick you because of the liquor that I drank
I don't think that's something I really wanna do
So I bounce with my crew, kick it with my crew
For a few, boys in blue on a path
Trying to harass, but I got my mind on some cash

[Chorus]
Don't shut down on a player (Hardcore, breakdown)
You gotta give a pound to a player, don't shut— don't shut—
Don't shut down on a player (Hardcore, breakdown)
You gotta give a pound to a player, don't shut— don't shut— (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Big Ill & Al Skratch]
Well, it's the trigga happy no-money bum, I can't hack it
Pack a heater, niggas think I need a straitjacket
Fuck a rubber room, catch a blaow as I let another boom
It's your doom, assume you'll catch a wound
Mr. Raspy, the low-down, the dirty drop out
The malt liquor, the quick to stick you up, assault, nigga
I do the zig-ga-zig with my nigga Big Ill
Up-up the keys, get your hands off the wheel
'Cause that's how I feel, keep it real for the pride
I was having fun 'til my boy died on the joyride

[Chorus]
Don't shut down on a player
You gotta give a pound to a player, don't shut— don't shut— (Hardcore, breakdown)
Don't shut down on a player
You gotta give a pound to a player, don't shut— don't shut— (Hardcore, breakdown)
Don't shut down on a player
You gotta give a pound to a player, don't shut— don't shut— (Hardcore, breakdown)
Don't shut down on a player
You gotta give a pound to a player (Hardcore, breakdown)

[Outro]
It ain't no sunshine
Ain't no sunshine (Believe that)
It ain't no sunshine
Ain't no sunshine (You heard him)
It ain't no sunshine
Ain't no sunshine (It's for real)
It ain't no sunshine (Don't shut down on a player)
Ain't no sunshine (You gotta give a pound to a player, don't shut— don't shut—)
Don't shut down on a player (Help 'em sing it, y'all)
Uh (Oh, ow), believe that
Don't shut down on a player