You so selfish
I don`t really care what the say about me
`Symptoms of Insanity` no `Therapy` [3x]
H-U-S-T-L-E-R, Hustla
Up in Detroit, yeah we all hustlas
Pushin` the product, connected by the narcotics
Hella melodic when NATAS drop it, I got it
30,000 feet out in the air, I parachute on ya streets
I`m greetin` bustas wit` the heat
And you can see me clearly like a DVD
When I beat on your ass like a MPC
I`m twistin` bitches up like the dreads on a Rasta
I`m gunnin` atchu rappers `cuz you just an imposta
Switch this, bitch this, nigga out right fast
Then I hit his hoe ass wit` the mini mac blast
I don`t give a fuck about a `Record Deal`
I`m still through these streets like-a Kill, Kill, Kill
The fetus, believe dis when I bust atcha Jesus
I`ll take you to the dark side wit` the quickness
Sickness to ya health, take all of ya wealth
I`m comin` undetected like a muthafuckin` Stealth
Bomba, I`ma harda rhyma
Pushin` the dime-a, Chrysla
100,000 was the price-a
While you still crappin` out on the Dice-a
My style gets nice-a and nice-a
The blood riser, open ya eyes Sir
And realize you don`t wanna be in my`sa
(Chorus)
You so selfish
You out here breakin` all the rules like Ebenezer Scrooge
`Cuz a - You so selfish
(I don`t really care what they say about me
`Symptoms of Insanity` no `Therapy`)
[4x]
Gotta roll, gotta hold ya own stack
Gotta watch ya own back
And if ya runnin` up on me homey, bound to get blown back
I`m in ya zone wit` the chrome gat but you shoulda known that
I`m from the east side where all the birds have homes
And for self, after years I got no help
Tremendous, the bad times, they seemed endless
I spin this bottle, I mash this throttle
I don`t give a fuck, still that`s my motto
I keep this ammo to burn like a candle
`Cuz I`m too cold to hold, too hot to be handled
I dismantled every mic I touch, so realize why I don`t give a fuck
I`ll open ya up, watch me, can`t stop me
Wanna` pop me `cuz he copy
And I`m killin` all you wack ass rappers that`s sloppy
And bitin`, rewritin`, refightin` `Clash of the Titans`
When I see you I`m strikin`, you feelin` lightning
No remorse of course for the Pale White Horse
Make `em all feel the force when I come for yours
Kickin` down ya doors, world hood wars
To even the score, make all devils pray to the Lord
To scheme like a demon, you can`t really afford
When the police lights come on, the cameras record
All this time ya thinkin` ya shoulda detoured
But ya at the sea shore witcha man overboard
And a...
(Chorus)
You.. so.. selfish..
