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You played yourself
You played yourself
Look at them run and strain
Counting my change
They take aim I be game
I shoot to kill
They played themselves
For trying to take my only dolla bill
Im scroungin up pennies and bottles
Da GOB played my pockets feels way
But that's okay 'cause im sceaming
But suckas playing they sell this is the season
For me to play the head hunta
Hunting heads for all the too big punks
That wanna my mental instead
I just go running and just ignore that
I got two months to live
Fofor messing and trying to be
Dis or dat now watch my back
Because they might try to jack
Fellas I thought was cool
Now they tring to swing the axe
And put my 6ft under ground
But Im already under ground
With my terrifing sound
So step back yo if you value yo health
Ya played yo self
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
King of my seaman
I don't understand why they play'd they self
For where Im from that's somethin bad for yo health
They say that it hit and they aint got no love
Well that's cool 'cause I really don't want nothing
Keep to yo self
Don't try to down a brotha tryin to get up
I know I know
And this is why I am fed up
I give props to ones that deserve it
And for da way you play homeboy you aint 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 working for Atlanta
I tell them to scatta and get off of me
'cause my pockets got much phatta
And that's true
And this here jam was made just for you
Ya played ya self
You played yourself
You played yourself
Screams and Dreams
From the public
Seems to cause downfalls
Of how many crews
Ya whatsup yall
It's like a one legged man and nothing
Kicking contacts you wanna flex
Bring me a fex
The sounds of life
Yall the midnight hour has come
To pay the price of the bill collector me son
Easy step to the top
No I doubt it
Its nothing but hard work
The house knows all about it
Pants be sagging
Bright big light coagging
Its no sell
I aint no motherf cotell
Ya played yo self
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself   You played yourself   Look at them run and strain   Counting my change   They take aim I be game   I shoot to kill   They played themselves    For trying to take my only dolla bill   Im scroungin up pennies and bottles   Da GOB played my pockets feels way   But that's okay 'cause im sceaming   But suckas playing they sell this is the season   For me to play the head hunta   Hunting heads for all the too big punks   That wanna my mental instead   I just go running and just ignore that   I got two months to live   Fofor messing and trying to be    Dis or dat now watch my back   Because they might try to jack   Fellas I thought was cool    Now they tring to swing the axe   And put my 6ft under ground   But Im already under ground   With my terrifing sound   So step back yo if you value yo health   Ya played yo self   You played yourself   You played yourself   You played yourself   You played yourself   King of my seaman   I don't understand why they play'd they self   For where Im from that's somethin bad for yo health   They say that it hit and they aint got no love   Well that's cool 'cause I really don't want nothing   Keep to yo self    Don't try to down a brotha tryin to get up   I know I know   And this is why I am fed up   I give props to ones that deserve it   And for da way you play homeboy you aint 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 working for Atlanta    I tell them to scatta and get off of me   'cause my pockets got much phatta   And that's true   And this here jam was made just for you   Ya played ya self   You played yourself   You played yourself   Screams and Dreams   From the public   Seems to cause downfalls   Of how many crews   Ya whatsup yall   It's like a one legged man and nothing   Kicking contacts you wanna flex   Bring me a fex   The sounds of life   Yall the midnight hour has come   To pay the price of the bill collector me son   Easy step to the top   No I doubt it   Its nothing but hard work    The house knows all about it   Pants be sagging   Bright big light coagging   Its no sell   I aint no motherf cotell   Ya played yo self   You played yourself   You played yourself   You played yourself   You played yourself   You played yourself   You played yourself   You played yourself   You played yourself