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 losin' your own life? Yes I am
I believe you Jeru, you're ready
You've no-no-nothin' to worry about
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 sellin' cooked cocaine
It used to be La Toya 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 movin' 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 D A from here to down South
Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth
You're a player but only because you be playin' yourself
With all that Big Willie talk, hop, ya playin' yaself
With all that big gun talk, bop, ya playin' yaself
With all that rah rah rah, ya playin' yaself
Ya playin' yaself, ya playin' yaself
With all that rah rah rah, ya playin' yaself
With all that big gun talk, bop, ya playin' yaself
With all that Big Willie talk hop, ya playin yaself
Ya playin' yaself, ya playin' yaself
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 rhymin' 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, understandin' is the key to wealth
Put some clothes on that ass if you respect yourself
With those hooker type wears, hon, ya playin' yaself
With those skin tight jeans, baby, ya playin' yaself
Everythin' all exposed ya playin' yaself
Ya playin' yaself, ya playin' yaself
Everythin' all exposed ya playin' yaself
With those skin tight jeans, baby, ya playin' yaself
With those hooker type wears, hon, ya playin' yaself
Ya playin' yaself, ya playin' yaself
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
So all that Big Willie talk, hop, ya, playin' yaself
And all those skin tight jeans, hon, ya playin' yaself
And all that rah rah rah, ya, playin' yaself
Ya, playin' yaself, ya, playin' yaself
And all those hooker type wears, baby, ya playin' yaself
And all that big gun talk money, ya playin' yaself
Everything all exposed, ya playin' yaself
Ya playin' yaself, ya playin' yaself