| Paroles: | Intro: Jeru
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 willing to
go out there and save the lives of our children
even if it means losing your own life?
Yes I am.
I believe you Jeru you're ready.
*You've no no nothing to worry
about*
Verse One:
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 goodfellow
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 playin yourself
Chorus:
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
Verse
Two:
Now these ladies is lookin 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 hangin out, playin 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 niggaz is kickin 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 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
Verse Three:
Now, I don't bust a tec, bubble drugs
in the projects, or use mics to sell sex
Niggaz, 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 fakin
moves, never, makin moves
Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breakin 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
Chorus:
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
*Posdnous: "I don't play |
