Ya Playin Yaself Lyrics - Wrath Of The Math - Jeru The Damaja

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 

With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin' yaself 

With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin' yaself 

With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin' yaself 

You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself 

With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin' yaself 

With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin' yaself 

With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin' yaself 

You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself 

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 

With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin' yaself 

With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin' yaself 

Everything all exposed you're, playin' yaself 

You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself 

Everything all exposed you're, playin' yaself 

With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin' yaself 

With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin' yaself 

You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself 

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 ying 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' yaself 

So all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin' yaself 

And all those skin tight jeans hon you're playin' yaself 

And all that rah rah rah, you're, playin' yaself 

You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself 

And all those hooker type wears baby you're playin' yaself 

And all that big gun talk money you're playin' yaself 

Everything all exposed you're, playin' yaself 

You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself