Ya Playin’ Yaself

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Jeru the Damaja - Rap, New York Rap

Ya Playin’ Yaself

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[Intro] 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 willin' to go out there and save the lives of my children, even if it means losing your own life? Yes, I am I believe you Jeru, you're ready (You've noth... *scratched* nothing to worry about) [Verse 1] 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 good fellow 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 playing yourself [Chorus] With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're playin' yourself With all that big-gun talk, bop, you're playin' yourself With all that rah-rah-rah, you're playin' yourself You're playin' yourself, you're playin' yourself With all that rah-rah-rah, you're playin' yourself With all that big-gun talk, bop, you're playin' yourself With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're playin' yourself You're playin' yourself, you're playin' yourself [Verse 2] Now these ladies is looking 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 hanging out, playing 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 niggas is kicking 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' yourself With those skin-tight jeans, baby, you're playin' yourself Everything all exposed, you're playin' yourself You're, playin' yourself, you're playin' yourself Everything all exposed, you're playin' yourself With those skin-tight jeans, baby, you're playin' yourself With those hooker type wears, hon', you're playin' yourself You're playin' yourself, you're playin' yourself [Verse 3] Now, I don't bust a Tec, bubble drugs In the projects, or use mics to sell sex Niggas nowadays is all about this So much yin-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 faking moves, never, making moves Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breaking 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' yourself [Chorus] So all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're playin' yourself And all those skin-tight jeans, hon', you're playin' yourself And all that rah-rah-rah, you're playin' yourself You're playin' yourself, you're playin' yourself And all those hooker-type wears, baby, you're playin' yourself And all that big-gun talk money, you're playin' yourself Everything all exposed, you're playin' yourself You're playin' yourself, you're playin' yourself

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Credits

Writers
  • DJ Premier
  • Jeru the Damaja