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    "So Selfish" Lyrics


    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

    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')

    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...


    You.. so.. selfish..
    This song was submitted on March 5th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Scott Santos, Esham N Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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