Testo Ya Playin Yaself

Intro: Jeru Yo, are you a pimp, a hustler? No I'm not. Are you a man, and can you stand alone like a man has to sometimes? Yes I can. Are you willing, to go out there and save the lives of our children, even if it means losing your own life? Yes I am. I believe you Jeru, you're ready. *You've no-no-nothing to worry about* Verse One: Now, I don't push a Lex Others had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next All, these so called players up in the rap game Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine It used to be LaToya and, jim hats But now it's uzis macs and, g-packs of cracks Everybody's psycho or some type of goodfellow But me I keep it real that's all swine like jello Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo Never received currency for moving a kilo Or an ounce, make em bounce to this fake-pimp free flow I never knew hustlers, confessed in stereo Or on video get caught you'll know who turned State's Evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth Tight case for the DA from here to down South Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth You're a player but only because you be playin yourself Chorus: With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin yaself With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin yaself With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself Verse Two: Now these ladies is lookin pretty from city to city I refined a few I met, around the country The nitty gritty, it's all reality, no question Actual fact like tight jeans cause yeast infections And sisters with good minds, get no respect when Their ass is all hangin out, playin the bar section of the club shake what your mama gave ya, back to the lab I drop the truth, cause rhyming is more than just my craft Or a way to get ass, or fast cash, or blasted Black women, make sure you're respected When niggaz is kickin that old off the wall shit, let em know from jump: "Dead it", you're not ignorant Knowledge wisdom understanding is the key to wealth Put some clothes on that ass if you respect yourself Chorus: With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin yaself With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin yaself Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin yaself With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin yaself You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself Verse Three: Now, I don't bust a tec, bubble drugs in the projects, or use mics to sell sex Niggaz, nowadays is all about this So much ying yang, it's ridiculous If you got so much cheese where are the black distributors And these record companies shake em down like mobsters But impostors, like commercial locks are not rastas Always fakin moves, never, makin moves Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breakin down you fools, you work all week and give the devil back his loot for jewels, and the steak on your plate is filled with chemicals, still, brothers leave brothers all battered and bruised, on the streets Won't see snakes on my feet The race is on, but I won't compete In this competition, because I have a greater mission I hope that you listen Knowledge wisdom and understanding brings, long life and health, think anything else and ya playin yaself Chorus: So all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself And all those skin tight jeans hon you're playin yaself And all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself And all those hooker type wears baby you're playin yaself And all that big gun talk money you're playin yaself Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself *Posdnous: "I don't play"*