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You Played Yourself - [HQ Audio] - Official Video
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice T
Ice T
Performer
Afrika Islam
Afrika Islam
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ice T
Ice T
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ice T
Ice T
Executive Producer
Mark Wolfson
Mark Wolfson
Mixing Engineer
Vachik Aghaniawitz
Vachik Aghaniawitz
Mixing Engineer
Afrika Islam
Afrika Islam
Producer

Lyrics

This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost, 'cause players you're not, gangstas you ain't You'd faint punk, if you ever heard a gunshot Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler High Roller, dead pres folder Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne Evil E, turn up the microphone So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape Another album to make? Great Islam turn the bass kick up a bit Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit And ride the track like a black mack in his 'lac Hit the corner slow where the girls are at And kick game the way it should be done How you gonna drop science? You're dumb Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me In school you dropped Math, Science, and History And then you get on the mic and try to act smart Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart To perpetrate, you're bait, so just wait Till the press shove a mic in your face Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy And they ask you about the game you claim you got Drop science now, why not? You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot How'd you get into this spot? Ya played yourself Yo, yo, ya played yourself I'm no authority but I know the D-E-A-L When it comes to dealin' with the females What you got they want, cash is what they need Slip sucker and they'll break you with speed But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out Spendin' money's what I'm talkin' about But you fool out, your pockets got blew out And after the date, no boots, you got threw out Mad and shook, 'cause your duckets got took Call her up, phone's off the hook But who told you to front and flaunt your grip? You can't buy no relationship Ya played yourself Yo homeboy, ya played yourself I'm in the MC game, a lot of MCs front And for the money they're sell out stunts But they claim that they're rich and that they keep cash Yo, let me straighten this out fast Two hundred thousand records sold And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold? You better double that, then double that again And still don't get sooped, my friend You think you've made it, you're just a lucky man Guess who controls your destiny, fans But you diss 'em 'cause you think you're a star That attitude is rude, you won't get far 'Cause they'll turn on you quick, you'll drop like a brick Unemployment's where you'll sit No friends, 'cause you dissed 'em too No money, no crew, you're through Ya played yourself That's right, ya played yourself Ya played yourself Yo, yo, ya played yourself You got problems, you claim you need a break But every dollar you get you take Straight to the dopeman, try to get a beam up Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up Another way to get money for a jumbo When you go to sleep you count Five-Os Lyin' and cheatin', everybody you're beatin' Dirty clothes and you're skinny 'cause you haven't been eatin' You ripped off all your family and your friends Nowhere does your larceny end And then you get an idea for a big move An armed robbery, smooth But everything went wrong, somebody got shot You couldn't get away, the cops roll, you're popped And now you're locked, yo, lampin' on death row Society's fault? No Nobody put the crack into the pipe Nobody made you smoke off your life You thought that you could do dope and still stay cool? Fool Ya played yourself Ya played yourself Ain't nobody else's fault, ya played yourself
Writer(s): Tracy Lauren Marrow, James Brown, Charles A. Bobbit, Fred Wesley, Charles Andre Glenn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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