You Played Yourself(2014 Remaster) - ICE-T

You Played Yourself (2014 Remaster) - Ice-T
This is it d**e from the fly kid
The Ice mic is back with the high bid
Suckers you've lost 'cause players you're not gangstas you ain't
You're faintin' punk if you ever heard a gunshot
Yo the pusher the player the pimp gangsta the hustler
High Roller dead pres folder
Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne
Evil E turn up the microphone
So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape
Another album to make Great
Islam turn the bass kick up a bit
Hype the snare now I got a place to sit
And ride the track like a black mack in his 'lac
Hit the corner slow where the girls are at
And kick game the way it should be done
How you gonna drop science You're dumb
Stupid ignorant don't even talk to me
At school you dropped Math Science and History
And then you get on the mic and try to act smart
Well let me tell you one thing you got heart
To perpetrate you're bait so just wait
Till the press shove a mic in your face
Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D
Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy
And they ask you about the game you claim you got
Drop science now why not
You start to sweat and fret it gets hot
How'd you get into this spot
You played yourself
Yo yo you played yourself
I'm no authority but I know the D E A L
When it comes to dealin' with the females
What you got they want cash is what they need
Slip sucker and they'll break you with speed
But you meet a freak you try to turn her out
Spendin' money's what I'm talkin' about
But you fool out your pockets got blew out
And after the date no boots you got threw out
Mad and shook 'cause your duckets got took
Call her up phone's off the hook
But who told you to front and flaunt your grip
You can't buy no relationship
You played yourself
Yo homeboy you played yourself
I'm in the MC game a lot of MC's front
And for the money they're sell out stunts
But they claim that they're rich and that they keep cash
Yo let me straighten this out fast
Two hundred thousand records sold
And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold
You better double that then double that again
And still don't get sooped my friend
You think you've made it you're just a lucky man
Guess who controls your destiny fans
But you diss 'em 'cause you think you're a star
That attitude is rude you won't get far
'Cause they'll turn on you quick you'll drop like a brick
Unemployment's where you'll sit
No friends 'cause you dissed 'em too
No money no crew you're through
You played yourself
That's right you played yourself
You played yourself
Yo yo you played yourself
You got problems you claim you need a break
But every dollar you get you take
Straight to the d**e man try to get a beam up
Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up
Another way to get money for a jumbo
When you go to sleep you count five O's
Lyin' and cheatin' everybody you're beatin'
Dirty clothes and you're skinny cos you haven't been eatin'
You ripped off all your family and your friends
Nowhere does your larceny end
And then you get an idea for a big move
An armed robbery smooth
But everything went wrong somebody got shot
You couldn't get away the cops roll you're popped
And now you're locked yo lampin' on Death Row
Society's fault No
Nobody put the crack into the pipe
Nobody made you smoke off your life
You thought that you could do d**e
And still stay cool Fool
You played yourself you played yourself
Ain't nobody else's fault you played yourself