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You best to check yourself before you wreck yourself
Why? Because that player hate is bad for your health
I got mine, shit you best to get your grip
Got tired of them haters talking all that shit
Rich thick chocolate, king size candy bar
Keep that on the DL like TLC, uh
Known for knocking panties, them Grammys is what I be craving
Gold on top of platinums, bitches best to behave when
Players get to macking about this shit
So grippy when the nifty ski skirts like 40 Water in the clinic
Overseas chicky boos, passports, knock knock
Who's there? The Players Club, Fote and Tupac
With more game than Chuck Woolery, fuck Parker Brothers
Checkmate, you bit the bait you stupid motherfucker
Knocking haters out like Mike Tyson
Ping ping ping, two million men keep rising
If you on the realer for the skrilla, fool don't hesitate
Black on everything, devils like to infiltrate
For all me's player, repellent for them haters nigga
Ro, this here's a matter of life and death shit
You best to check yourself before you wreck yourself
Why? Because that player hate is bad for your health
I got mine, shit you best to get your grip
Got tired of them haters talking all that shit
O.J. beat the case mayne, we know they think he did it
Probably won't admit it, but still he got acquitted
Sex, money and murder, you probably never heard of her
Bezel meant to flirt the settlement, moms you're hurting her
The type of dope that keeps you rocking like a dope fiend
Them devils got my sister tripping off that Thorazine
Don't want no drama, I don't wanna have to kill nobody
Today a child was born plus another dead body
So thank the Lord you wasn't a victim of the dirty scrap
This world is illiac, you got my back I got your back
Street life blues, throwing them homies throughs you lose
See devils joking and smoking, this shit is hurting fool
You best to check yourself before you wreck yourself
Why? Because that player hate is bad for your health