Norty Cotto - Ya Playin' Yaself lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 c**aine 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 [Hook] 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 2] 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 a** 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 a**, or fast cash, or blasted Black women, make sure you're respected When n***as is kicking that old off the wall sh**, let em know From jump: "Dead it", you're not ignorant Knowledge wisdom understanding is the key to wealth Put some clothes on that a** if you respect yourself [Hook] 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 3] Now, I don't bust a Tec, bubble d** In the projects, or use mics to sell s** n***as, 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 j**els 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 [Hook] 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