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House Of Krazees

Genres: Metal

You Played Yo Self Lyrics - House Of Krazees

You played yourself 

You played yourself 

Look at them run and strain 

Counting my change 

They take aim I be game 

I shoot to kill 

They played themselves 

For trying to take my only dolla bill 

Im scroungin up pennies and bottles 

Da GOB played my pockets feels way 

But that's okay 'cause im sceaming 

But suckas playing they sell this is the season 

For me to play the head hunta 

Hunting heads for all the too big punks 

That wanna my mental instead 

I just go running and just ignore that 

I got two months to live 

Fofor messing and trying to be 

Dis or dat now watch my back 

Because they might try to jack 

Fellas I thought was cool 

Now they tring to swing the axe 

And put my 6ft under ground 

But Im already under ground 

With my terrifing sound 

So step back yo if you value yo health 

Ya played yo self 

You played yourself 

You played yourself 

You played yourself 

You played yourself 

King of my seaman 

I don't understand why they play'd they self 

For where Im from that's somethin bad for yo health 

They say that it hit and they aint got no love 

Well that's cool 'cause I really don't want nothing 

Keep to yo self 

Don't try to down a brotha tryin to get up 

I know I know 

And this is why I am fed up 

I give props to ones that deserve it 

And for da way you play homeboy you aint worth it 

But is he the only one 

I don't think so 

I remember some other fools that tried to play me like a 

But now they all working for Atlanta 

I tell them to scatta and get off of me 

'cause my pockets got much phatta 

And that's true 

And this here jam was made just for you 

Ya played ya self 

You played yourself 

You played yourself 

Screams and Dreams 

From the public 

Seems to cause downfalls 

Of how many crews 

Ya whatsup yall 

It's like a one legged man and nothing 

Kicking contacts you wanna flex 

Bring me a fex 

The sounds of life 

Yall the midnight hour has come 

To pay the price of the bill collector me son 

Easy step to the top 

No I doubt it 

Its nothing but hard work 

The house knows all about it 

Pants be sagging 

Bright big light coagging 

Its no sell 

I aint no motherf cotell 

Ya played yo self 

You played yourself 

You played yourself 

You played yourself 

You played yourself 

You played yourself 

You played yourself 

You played yourself 

You played yourself