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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baatin
Baatin
Vocals
J Dilla
J Dilla
Vocals
T3
T3
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Dewitt Yancey
James Dewitt Yancey
Songwriter
T. Glover
T. Glover
Songwriter
R.L. Altman III
R.L. Altman III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Amato
Frank Amato
Recording Engineer
J Dilla
J Dilla
Producer
Kirk Yano
Kirk Yano
Recording Engineer
Todd Fairall
Todd Fairall
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Players)
[Verse 1]
It's the 788, DDT'n ****, just like Jake The Snake
Actually, we don't participate
But if you do, then I'ma see you at your wake (Players)
Don't let the drama fluctuate
I don't want 'em, I got 'em, we cookin' steaks
Now where would we be at if we let you do that?
We'd probably be laying on our backs (Players)
[Refrain]
Talking this and that, you want my ****, your plan, yeah, it was whack
I never would play myself out like that
But um, I guess that's where you at (Players)
(Is where you at)
[Verse 2]
What I'ma do is like, uh
Call out your whole crew 'cause your crew likes to bite us
Y'all stick to freestylin' 'cause y'all ain't no writers
[Chorus]
Trying to be some (Players) and can't play the game
See you sound the same and you claim to be
Something you ain't, it won't be without S-V (That's right)
Y'all need to be smacked open-handedly (Players)
[Verse 3]
I could give a fuck about this shit
You all up in my face over some ho shit
Just come out, you wanna be with my clique?
You must know really how wild I get
When I walk in the place saying yes, yes (Players)
There's some people who really wanna see the S
Personally, I can give a fuck less
Check your lady, she's a groupie ho
Opening her coochie hole, fuck that ho
Eye to eye, they doing the Devoe
When you front, it's inspirational
You, you, or you, you, you, you
[Chorus]
Yo, yo
You wanna be some (Players) and can't play this game
You sound the same and you claim to be
Something you ain't, it won't be without S-V
Y'all need to be smacked open-handedly by these (Players)
[Refrain]
Talking this and that, you want my ****, your plan, yeah, it was whack
I never would play myself out like that
But um, I guess that's where you at (Players)
[Verse 4]
For me to hold you up
You think I really give a fuck?
You, you, you, you and your crew
You think you just some (Players)
[Instrumental]
(Players)
[Instrumental]
(Players)
Yo, yo, this Com Sense looking for Jay Dee
And them ****, Slum Village, yo, them **** is whack, man
Know **** gave me they tape, lil' ****, I'm in here, playin' me their CD
Man, that shit was booty as hell, I heard that Fan-Tas-Tic shit
Backin' it for a second ago, man, first shit sound better anyway, you whack ****
Man, yo, y'all **** is booty, man
I'm tellin' you, man, y'all **** is crap
Y'all **** better get up on some Chicago pimp shit, ****
I told you about that, that D shit sounding weak, man
They probably think they representin' the D, what the fuck is my neck, neck?
****, eat a dick, you whack motherfuckers, S-V suck
Written by: James Dewitt Yancey, R.L. Altman III, T. Glover
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