This is it, dope the fly kid The Ice mic is back the high bid Suckers you've lost 'cause you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a
Yo, the pusher, the player, the gangsta, the hustler High Roller, dead pres Is cold lampin' like a black on a throne Evil E, up the microphone
So I can ill and break on the tape Another to make? Great turn the bass kick up a bit Hype the snare, now I got a to sit
And ride the track like a black mack in his Hit the corner where the girls are at And kick game the way it be done How you drop science? You're dumb
Stupid ignorant, don't even to me At school you dropped Math, Science and And you get on the mic and try to act smart Well, let me you one thing, you got heart
To perpetrate, you're bait, so just Till the press a mic in your face Or you meet Boogie or Chuck D Stetsasonic or the Big
And they ask you the game you claim you got science now, why not? You start to sweat and fret, it hot How'd you get into this
You yourself Yo, yo, you played
I'm no but I know the D E A L it comes to dealin' with the females What you got they want, cash is what need Slip sucker and break you with speed
But you meet a freak, you try to her out Spendin' money's I'm talkin' about But you fool out, your got blew out And the date, no boots, you got threw out
Mad and shook 'cause duckets got took her up, phone's off the hook But who told you to front and your grip? You buy no relationship
You yourself Yo, homeboy, you yourself
I'm in the MC game, a lot of MC's And for the money sell out stunts But they claim they're rich and that they keep cash Yo, let me this out fast
Two hundred thousand sold And these brothers start yellin' 'bout You better double that, then double that And don't get sooped, my friend
You think you've it, you're just a lucky man Guess who your destiny, fans But you diss 'em 'cause you think you're a attitude is rude, you won't get far
'Cause they'll turn on you quick, drop like a brick Unemployment's where sit No 'cause you dissed 'em too No money, no crew, you're
You played right, you played yourself You yourself Yo, yo, you played
You got problems, you claim you a break But dollar you get you take to the dope man, try to get a beam up Your idle time is spent scheme up
way to get money for a jumbo When you go to you count five O's Lyin' and cheatin', everybody beatin' Dirty clothes and skinny cos you haven't been eatin'
You ripped off all your family and friends does your larceny end And then you get an idea for a big An robbery, smooth
But everything went wrong, got shot You couldn't get away, the cops roll, you're And now locked, yo, lampin' on Death Row fault? No
Nobody put the crack into the Nobody made you off your life You thought that you could do And still stay Fool
You played yourself, you yourself Ain't else's fault, you played yourself