| Now, I don’t push a Lex
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| Others had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next
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| All these so called players up in the rap game
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| Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine
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| It used to be LaToya and jim hats
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| But now it’s Uzis, Macs and G-packs of cracks
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| Everybody’s psycho or some type of good fellow
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| But me I keep it real that’s all swine like jello
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| Don’t drink Cristal, and I can’t stand Mo
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| Never received currency for moving a kilo
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| Or an ounce, make em bounce to this fake-pimp-free flow
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| I never knew hustlers confessed in stereo
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| Or on video get caught you’ll know who turned state’s
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| Evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints
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| Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth
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| Tight case for the DA from here to down South
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| Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon’s wealth
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| You’re a player but only because you be playing yourself
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| With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you’re, playin' yaself
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| With all that big gun talk, bop, you’re, playin' yaself
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| With all that rah rah rah, you’re, playin' yaself
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| You’re, playin' yaself, you’re, playin' yaself
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| With all that rah rah rah, you’re, playin' yaself
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| With all that big gun talk, bop, you’re, playin' yaself
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| With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you’re, playin' yaself
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| You’re, playin' yaself, you’re, playin' yaself
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| Now these ladies is looking pretty from city to city
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| I refined a few I met, around the country
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| The nitty gritty, it’s all reality, no question
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| Actual fact like tight jeans cause yeast infections
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| And sisters with good minds, get no respect when
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| Their ass is all hanging out, playing the bar section
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| Of the club shake what your mama gave ya, back to the lab
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| I drop the truth, cause rhyming is more than just my craft
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| Or a way to get ass, or fast cash, or blasted
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| Black women, make sure you’re respected
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| When niggas is kicking that old off the wall shit, let em know
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| From jump: «Dead it», you’re not ignorant
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| Knowledge wisdom understanding is the key to wealth
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| Put some clothes on that ass if you respect yourself
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| With those hooker type wears hon you’re, playin' yaself
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| With those skin tight jeans baby you’re, playin' yaself
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| Everything all exposed you’re, playin' yaself
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| You’re, playin' yaself, you’re, playin' yaself
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| Everything all exposed you’re, playin' yaself
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| With those skin tight jeans baby you’re, playin' yaself
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| With those hooker type wears hon you’re, playin' yaself
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| You’re, playin' yaself, you’re, playin' yaself
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| Now, I don’t bust a Tec, bubble drugs
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| In the projects, or use mics to sell sex
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| Niggas, nowadays is all about this
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| So much ying yang, it’s ridiculous
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| If you got so much cheese where are the black distributors
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| And these record companies shake em down like mobsters
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| But impostors, like commercial locks are not rastas
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| Always faking moves, never, making moves
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| Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breaking down you fools
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| You work all week and give the devil back his loot for jewels
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| And the steak on your plate is filled with chemicals
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| Still, brothers leave brothers all battered and bruised
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| On the streets, won’t see snakes on my feet
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| The race is on, but I won’t compete
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| In this competition, because I have a greater mission
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| I hope that you listen
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| Knowledge wisdom and understanding brings, long life
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| And health, think anything else and ya playin' yaself
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| So all that Big Willie talk, hop, you’re, playin' yaself
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| And all those skin tight jeans hon you’re playin' yaself
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| And all that rah rah rah, you’re, playin' yaself
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| You’re, playin' yaself, you’re, playin' yaself
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| And all those hooker type wears baby you’re playin' yaself
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| And all that big gun talk money you’re playin' yaself
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| Everything all exposed you’re, playin' yaself
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| You’re, playin' yaself, you’re, playin' yaself |