Don't you knowYeah, this is dedicated to the BustersWho wasn't there for a player when he was downAnd much love to you players who was thereY'all know who y'all areNow here's a subject I couldn't forgetAnd to you players out there, how close to home does it hit?When I was having my cash and doing swellAnd you would come around just to borrow some mailBut you was down on your luck and needed a buckAnd I would kick in like an armored truckAnd we were homies like Tonto and the Lone RangerBut nowadays you treat a player like a strangerNow the tables have turned, I'm doing bad, you're doing goodAnd day to day you pass me by in the hoodPeace sign, out the window, West is shaking a hugYou forgot who was there, who gave you loveBut what goes up must come downThe law of gravity is a motherfucker, ain't it now?Remember what I'm saying, you was phonyUsed to be my homie, now you're acting like you don't know meDon't you knowUsed to be my homie, now you're acting like you don't know meDon't you knowUsed to be my homie, now you're acting like you don't know meDon't you knowUsed to be my homie, now you're acting like you don't know meDon't you knowCan't play your player when the stands up tightThrough all the trials and tribulations, I still manageTo flip the script across the nation, despite the damageYou, your votes, and mine, we used to kick it togetherNever forget where you came from, stay down foreverThey say payback is the mother, and you want revengeBut the bona fide player sticks to stacking endsLegal or illegal, man, the game's so lethalGot all my people tripping off the roof of all legalY'all got it all wrongYou gots to give to getRap before Tay and MC put on some playersReality check sometimes, the game costs your lifeFederal cases, you born to live, you live to dieAnd man, the judge ain't giving a whoopie, came to bring the dramaAin't got no paper for your brother, ain't got no paper for your brotherAstro on your mama, player on the grillSucker free MacộterNow watch and see who got your back when all is smoke clearDon't you know thatUsed to be my homie that ya act like you don't know meDon't you know thatUsed to be my homie that ya act like you don't know meDon't you know thatUsed to be my homie that ya act like you don't know meDon't you know thatCan't play your player when the stands up tightDon't you know thatAnd you know you went to jail and you back outAnd guess what player, who's back on topNow you got your hands out, but you ran outAnd the gold fangs on my beans, damn sure stand outUsed to have a condo in the Oakland HillsYou lost that, your woman and your wheelsTwo rooms don't make a right, so here's one bookAnd try your damnest to come upRemember that player, that you down back thenNow you working at the detail, cleaning my binsGod works in mysterious waysSo out of darkness shine brighter daysThe moral of my story is what goes around comes aroundAnd like my boy Fote, I'll be aroundAnd tell your players who's supposed to be my homieWhen you see me, you see me, and act like you know meDon't you know thatUsed to be my homie, now you act like you don't know meDon't you know thatUsed to be my homie, now you act like you don't know meDon't you know thatUsed to be my homie, now you act like you don't know meDon't you know thatI thought it was meYou can't wait for you, when there's gloom on topDon't you know thatUsed to be my homie, now you act like you don't know meDon't you know thatUsed to be my homie, now you act like you don't know meDon't you know thatUsed to be my homie, now you act like you don't know meDon't you know thatDon't you know thatA.K.A. Player Player, I'm a scratch