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Verse 1
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This is it, dope from the fly kid
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The Ice mic is back with the high bid
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Suckers you've lost cos players you're not, gangstas you ain't
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You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot
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Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler
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High Roller, dead pres folder
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Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne
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Evil E...turn up the microphone
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So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape
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Another album to make? Great
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Islam turn the bass kick up a bit
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Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit
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And ride the track like a black mack in his 'lac
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Hit the corner slow where the girls are at
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And kick game the way it should be done
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How you gonna drop science? You're dumb
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Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me
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At school you dropped Math, Science and History
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And then you get on the mic and try to act smart
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Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart
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To perpetrate, you're bait, so just wait
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Till the press shove a mic in your face
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Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D
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Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy
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And they ask you about the game you claim you got
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Drop science now, why not?
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You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot
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How'd you get into this spot?
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You played yourself...
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Yo, yo, you played yourself...
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Verse 2
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I'm no authority but I know the D-E-A-L
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When it comes to dealin' with the females
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What you got they want, cash is what they need
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Slip sucker and they'll break you with speed
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But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out
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Spendin' money's what I'm talkin' about
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But you fool out, your pockets got blew out
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And after the date, no boots, you got threw out
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Mad and shook cos your duckets got took
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Call her up, phone's off the hook
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But who told you to front and flaunt your grip?
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You can't buy no relationship
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You played yourself...
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Yo, homeboy, you played yourself...
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Verse 3
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I'm in the MC game, a lot of MC's front
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And for the money they're sell out stunts
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But they claim that they're rich and that they keep cash
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Yo, let me straighten this out fast
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Two hundred thousand records sold
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And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold?
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You better double that, then double that again
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And still don't get sooped, my friend
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You think you've made it, you're just a lucky man
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Guess who controls your destiny, fans
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But you diss 'em cos you think you're a star
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That attitude is rude, you won't get far
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Cos they'll turn on you quick, you'll drop like a brick
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Unemployment's where you'll sit
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No friends cos you dissed 'em too
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No money, no crew, you're through
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You played yourself...
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That's right, you played yourself...
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You played yourself...
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Yo, yo, you played yourself...
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Verse 4
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You got problems, you claim you need a break
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But every dollar you get you take
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Straight to the Dopeman, try to get a beam up
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Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up
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Another way to get money for a jumbo
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When you go to sleep you count Five-O's
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Lyin' and cheatin', everybody you're beatin'
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Dirty clothes and you're skinny cos you haven't been eatin'
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You ripped off all your family and your friends
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Nowhere does your larceny end
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And then you get an idea for a big move
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An armed robbery...smooth
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But everything went wrong, somebody got shot
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You couldn't get away, the cops roll, you're popped
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And now you're locked, yo, lampin' on Death Row
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Society's fault? No
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Nobody put the crack into the pipe
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Nobody made you smoke off your life
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You thought that you could do dope and still stay cool? Fool.
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You played yourself...
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You played yourself...
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Ain't nobody else's fault, you played yourself.
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You Played Yourself
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| Ice T |
