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Intro: Jeru
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Yo, are you a pimp, a hustler?
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No I'm not.
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Are you a man, and can you stand alone like a man has to sometimes?
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Yes I can.
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Are you willing, to go out there and save the lives of our children,
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even if it means losing your own life?
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Yes I am.
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I believe you Jeru, you're ready.
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*You've no-no-nothing to worry about*
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Verse One:
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Now, I don't push a Lex
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Others had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next
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All, these so called players up in the rap game
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Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine
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It used to be LaToya and, jim hats
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But now it's uzis macs and, g-packs of cracks
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Everybody's psycho or some type of goodfellow
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But me I keep it real that's all swine like jello
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Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo
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Never received currency for moving a kilo
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Or an ounce, make em bounce to this fake-pimp free flow
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I never knew hustlers, confessed in stereo
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Or on video get caught you'll know who turned State's
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Evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints
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Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth
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Tight case for the DA from here to down South
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Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth
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You're a player but only because you be playin yourself
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Chorus:
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With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself
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With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin yaself
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With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself
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You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
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With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself
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With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin yaself
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With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself
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You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
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Verse Two:
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Now these ladies is lookin pretty from city to city
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I refined a few I met, around the country
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The nitty gritty, it's all reality, no question
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Actual fact like tight jeans cause yeast infections
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And sisters with good minds, get no respect when
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Their ass is all hangin out, playin the bar section
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of the club shake what your mama gave ya, back to the lab
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I drop the truth, cause rhyming is more than just my craft
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Or a way to get ass, or fast cash, or blasted
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Black women, make sure you're respected
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When niggaz is kickin that old off the wall shit, let em know
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from jump: "Dead it", you're not ignorant
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Knowledge wisdom understanding is the key to wealth
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Put some clothes on that ass if you respect yourself
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Chorus:
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With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin yaself
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With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin yaself
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Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself
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You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
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Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself
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With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin yaself
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With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin yaself
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You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
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Verse Three:
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Now, I don't bust a tec, bubble drugs
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in the projects, or use mics to sell sex
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Niggaz, nowadays is all about this
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So much ying yang, it's ridiculous
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If you got so much cheese where are the black distributors
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And these record companies shake em down like mobsters
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But impostors, like commercial locks are not rastas
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Always fakin moves, never, makin moves
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Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breakin down
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you fools, you work all week and give the devil back his loot
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for jewels, and the steak on your plate is filled
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with chemicals, still, brothers leave brothers
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all battered and bruised, on the streets
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Won't see snakes on my feet
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The race is on, but I won't compete
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In this competition, because I have a greater mission
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I hope that you listen
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Knowledge wisdom and understanding brings, long life
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and health, think anything else and ya playin yaself
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Chorus:
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So all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin yaself
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And all those skin tight jeans hon you're playin yaself
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And all that rah rah rah, you're, playin yaself
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You're, playin yaself, you're, playin yaself
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And all those hooker type wears baby you're playin yaself
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And all that big gun talk money you're playin yaself
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Everything all exposed you're, playin yaself
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