[King Tee] My man Ice asked me to come to do this remix, man Do you wanna join me man?
[DJ Aladdin] Aww, you know that, you know that
[King Tee] Yo man, you know man, you're gonna combine with my man African Islam with some hypes
[DJ Aladdin] Aww, yeah
[King Tee] You know what I'm sayin?
[DJ Aladdin] That's right, that's right
[King Tee] You know, You know my man Ice He man, he's a..
[Hook: DJ Evil-E scratching quote below]
Panther ----> Paris Panther ----> Paris Panther ----> Paris Panther ----> Paris
[Verse 1: Ice-T] This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost, cause players you're not Gangsters you ain't, you're faintin, punk, if you ever heard a gunshot Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangster, 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 'llac 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 Til 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
[Chorus: DJ Evil-E scratching quotes below] Just steppin' Yo, yo, you played yourself ---> Ice-T Just steppin'
[Verse 2: Ice-T] 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...
[Chorus: DJ Evil-E scratching quotes below] Yo, homeboy, you played yourself...
[Verse 3: Ice-T] 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' about 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 them 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 them too No money, no crew, you're through You played yourself
[Chorus: Ice-T w/ minor variations] That's right, you played yourself You played yourself Yo, yo, you played yourself
[Verse 4: Ice-T] You got problems, you claim you need a break But every dollar you get you take Straight to the Dopeman, try to get a beam up Your idle time is spent tryin' to 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 cause 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 dope and still stay cool? Fool, you played yourself
[Chorus: Ice-T w/ minor variations] You played yourself Ain't nobody else's fault You played yourself
[King Tee] Yo, yo, yo, yo, what's up Aladdin? You think Ice-T's gonna like this mix?
[DJ Aladdin] I think he'll like it, I think he'll like it
[Outro: King Tee] Yo, yo, this is some hypes up You know what I'm sayin? Check this out, If you don't call this mix, then you want out mixed You know what I'm sayin? If all y'all rid out, you know what I'm sayin? You played yourself See y'all!
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[King Tee] Aww yeah, what's up Aladdin man?
[DJ Aladdin] What's up King Tee?
[King Tee] Aww, we're chillin' man
[DJ Aladdin] Aww, yeah?!
[King Tee] My man Ice asked me to come to do this remix, man Do you wanna join me man?
[DJ Aladdin] Aww, you know that, you know that
[King Tee] Yo man, you know man, you're gonna combine with my man African Islam with some hypes
[DJ Aladdin] Aww, yeah
[King Tee] You know what I'm sayin?
[DJ Aladdin] That's right, that's right
[King Tee] You know, You know my man Ice He man, he's a..
[Hook: DJ Evil-E scratching quote below]
Panther ----> Paris Panther ----> Paris Panther ----> Paris Panther ----> Paris
[Verse 1: Ice-T] This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost, cause players you're not Gangsters you ain't, you're faintin, punk, if you ever heard a gunshot Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangster, 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 'llac 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 Til 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
[Chorus: DJ Evil-E scratching quotes below] Just steppin' Yo, yo, you played yourself ---> Ice-T Just steppin'
[Verse 2: Ice-T] 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...
[Chorus: DJ Evil-E scratching quotes below] Yo, homeboy, you played yourself...
[Verse 3: Ice-T] 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' about 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 them 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 them too No money, no crew, you're through You played yourself
[Chorus: Ice-T w/ minor variations] That's right, you played yourself You played yourself Yo, yo, you played yourself
[Verse 4: Ice-T] You got problems, you claim you need a break But every dollar you get you take Straight to the Dopeman, try to get a beam up Your idle time is spent tryin' to 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 cause 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 dope and still stay cool? Fool, you played yourself
[Chorus: Ice-T w/ minor variations] You played yourself Ain't nobody else's fault You played yourself
[King Tee] Yo, yo, yo, yo, what's up Aladdin? You think Ice-T's gonna like this mix?
[DJ Aladdin] I think he'll like it, I think he'll like it
[Outro: King Tee] Yo, yo, this is some hypes up You know what I'm sayin? Check this out, If you don't call this mix, then you want out mixed You know what I'm sayin? If all y'all rid out, you know what I'm sayin? You played yourself See y'all!
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