This is it, **** from the fly kid The ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers youve lost cos players youre not, gangstas you aint Youre faintin, punk, if you ever heard a gunshot Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler High roller, dead pres folder Is cold lampin like a black king on a throne Evil e...turn up the microphone So I can ill and break on the rollin tape Another album to make? great Islam turn the bass kick up a bit Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit And ride the track like a black mack in his lac Hit the corner slow where the girls are at And kick game the way it should be done How you gonna drop science? youre dumb Stupid ignorant, dont even talk to me At school you dropped math, science and history And then you get on the mic and try to act smart Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart To perpetrate, youre bait, so just wait Till the press shove a mic in your face Or you meet boogie down or chuck d Stetsasonic or the big daddy And they ask you about the game you claim you got Drop science now, why not? You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot Howd you get into this spot? You played yourself... Yo, yo, you played yourself... Im no authority but I know the d-e-a-l When it comes to dealin with the females What you got they want, cash is what they need Slip sucker and theyll break you with speed But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out Spendin moneys what Im talkin about But you fool out, your pockets got blew out And after the date, no boots, you got threw out Mad and shook cos your duckets got took Call her up, phones off the hook But who told you to front and flaunt your grip? You cant buy no relationship You played yourself... Yo, homeboy, you played yourself... Im in the mc game, a lot of mcs front And for the money theyre sell out stunts But they claim that theyre rich and that they keep cash Yo, let me straighten this out fast Two hundred thousand records sold And these brothers start yellin bout gold? You better double that, then double that again And still dont get sooped, my friend You think youve made it, youre just a lucky man Guess who controls your destiny, fans But you diss em cos you think youre a star That attitude is rude, you wont get far Cos theyll turn on you quick, youll drop like a brick Unemployments where youll sit No friends cos you dissed em too No money, no crew, youre through You played yourself... Thats right, you played yourself... You played yourself... Yo, yo, you played yourself... You got problems, you claim you need a break But every dollar you get you take Straight to the *******, try to get a beam up Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up Another way to get money for a jumbo When you go to sleep you count five-os Lyin and cheatin, everybody youre beatin Dirty clothes and youre skinny cos you havent been eatin You ripped off all your family and your friends Nowhere does your larceny end And then you get an idea for a big move An armed robbery...smooth But everything went wrong, somebody got shot You couldnt get away, the cops roll, youre popped And now youre locked, yo, lampin on death row Societys fault? no Nobody put the crack into the pipe Nobody made you smoke off your life You thought that you could do **** and still stay cool? fool. You played yourself... You played yourself... Aint nobody elses fault, you played yourself.
[00:19.75]This is it, **** from the fly kid [00:22.74]The ice mic is back with the high bid [00:24.74]Suckers youve lost cos players youre not, gangstas you aint [00:27.18]Youre faintin, punk, if you ever heard a gunshot [00:29.80]Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler [00:32.17]High roller, dead pres folder [00:33.98]Is cold lampin like a black king on a throne [00:37.10]Evil e...turn up the microphone [00:39.53]So I can ill and break on the rollin tape [00:42.03]Another album to make? great [00:44.21]Islam turn the bass kick up a bit [00:46.90]Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit [00:49.27]And ride the track like a black mack in his lac [00:51.76]Hit the corner slow where the girls are at [00:54.20]And kick game the way it should be done [00:56.38]How you gonna drop science? youre dumb [00:58.94]Stupid ignorant, dont even talk to me [01:01.56]At school you dropped math, science and history [01:03.18]And then you get on the mic and try to act smart [01:06.37]Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart [01:08.80]To perpetrate, youre bait, so just wait [01:10.73]Till the press shove a mic in your face [01:13.54]Or you meet boogie down or chuck d [01:15.92]Stetsasonic or the big daddy [01:18.59]And they ask you about the game you claim you got [01:21.03]Drop science now, why not? [01:23.12]You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot [01:25.93]Howd you get into this spot? [01:27.92]You played yourself... [01:31.92]Yo, yo, you played yourself... [01:37.97]Im no authority but I know the d-e-a-l [01:40.72]When it comes to dealin with the females [01:42.90]What you got they want, cash is what they need [01:45.34]Slip sucker and theyll break you with speed [01:47.64]But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out [01:50.08]Spendin moneys what Im talkin about [01:52.01]But you fool out, your pockets got blew out [01:54.51]And after the date, no boots, you got threw out [01:57.25]Mad and shook cos your duckets got took [01:59.69]Call her up, phones off the hook [02:02.24]But who told you to front and flaunt your grip? [02:04.56]You cant buy no relationship [02:05.61]You played yourself... [02:09.05]Yo, homeboy, you played yourself... [02:16.91]Im in the mc game, a lot of mcs front [02:19.34]And for the money theyre sell out stunts [02:21.28]But they claim that theyre rich and that they keep cash [02:24.15]Yo, let me straighten this out fast [02:26.39]Two hundred thousand records sold [02:28.83]And these brothers start yellin bout gold? [02:30.77]You better double that, then double that again [02:34.01]And still dont get sooped, my friend [02:36.32]You think youve made it, youre just a lucky man [02:38.50]Guess who controls your destiny, fans [02:40.93]But you diss em cos you think youre a star [02:43.56]That attitude is rude, you wont get far [02:45.93]Cos theyll turn on you quick, youll drop like a brick [02:48.49]Unemployments where youll sit [02:50.36]No friends cos you dissed em too [02:52.79]No money, no crew, youre through [02:55.41]You played yourself... [02:59.47]Thats right, you played yourself... [03:05.33]You played yourself... [03:09.27]Yo, yo, you played yourself... [03:15.19]You got problems, you claim you need a break [03:17.69]But every dollar you get you take [03:19.50]Straight to the *******, try to get a beam up [03:22.50]Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up [03:24.74]Another way to get money for a jumbo [03:27.23]When you go to sleep you count five-os [03:29.29]Lyin and cheatin, everybody youre beatin [03:31.92]Dirty clothes and youre skinny cos you havent been eatin [03:34.29]You ripped off all your family and your friends [03:36.97]Nowhere does your larceny end [03:39.22]And then you get an idea for a big move [03:41.90]An armed robbery...smooth [03:42.59]But everything went wrong, somebody got shot [03:46.77]You couldnt get away, the cops roll, youre popped [03:49.45]And now youre locked, yo, lampin on death row [03:51.94]Societys fault? no [03:54.01]Nobody put the crack into the pipe [03:56.32]Nobody made you smoke off your life [03:58.75]You thought that you could do **** and still stay cool? fool. [04:03.49]You played yourself... [04:08.29]You played yourself... [04:10.67]Aint nobody elses fault, you played yourself.
