Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Selfish, artist - Esham. Album song Tongues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
So Selfish |
You so selfish |
I don’t really care what the say about me |
'Symptoms of Insanity' no 'Therapy' |
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. |