Lyrics

[Intro] You played yourself You played yourself They played themselves [Verse 1: The R.O.C.] Look at 'em run, they've strained, countin' my change They take aim, I be game, I shoot to kill They played themselves for tryin' to take my only dollar bill I'm scrounging up pennies and bottles, the G.O.V Played my pockets, feels fake, but that's okay 'cause I'm schemin' But suckas playing theyselves, it's the season For me to play the head hunter, huntin' heads For all the two-bit punks that wanna my mentals instead I just go runnin' and just ignore that I got too much to live for for messing and trying to be this or that Watch my back, 'cause they might try to jack Fellas I thought was cool, now they trying to swing the axe And put my six feet underground But I'm already underground with my terrifying sound So step back, yo, if you value your health You played yourself [Chorus] You played yourself You played yourself You played yourself You played yourself [Verse 2: Mr. Bones] Can you believe it? I don't understand why they played they self For where I'm from, that stuff is bad for your health They say that it hit and they ain't got no love Well that's cool 'cause I really don't want nothing Keep to yourself, don't try to down a brotha tryin' to get up I know I know, and this is why that I am fed up I give props to ones that deserve it And from the way you been actin' homeboy you ain't worth it But is he the only one? I don't think so I remember some other fools that tried to play me like a *** But now they all lookin' for the latter, I tell 'em to scatter And get off of me, because my pockets got much fatter And that's true, and this here jam was made just for you You played yourself [Chorus] You played yourself You played yourself You played yourself You played yourself [Verse 3: Hektic] Screams and dreams from the public seems to cause the downfall Of how many crews, yeah, what's up, y'all? It's like a one-legged man in a ******* kicking contest You wanna flex? Ring the effects The sons [is like?] daughters, the midnight hour has come To pay the price of the bill collector me, son Easy step to the top, no I doubt it It's nothing but hard work, the house knows all about it Pants be saggin', ride me like a wagon It's no sell, I ain't no mother******* coat tail You played yourself [Chorus] You played yourself You played yourself You played yourself You played yourself You played yourself You played yourself You played yourself You played yourself