You so selfish

I don't really care what the say about me

'Symptoms of Insanity' no 'Therapy' [x3]



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



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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')

[x4]



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...



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You.. so.. selfish..