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 a** like a MPC I'm twistin' b**hes up like the dreads on a Rasta I'm gunnin' atchu rappers 'cuz you just an imposta Switch this, b**h this, n***a out right fast Then I hit his hoe a** wit' the mini mac blast I don't give a f** about a 'Record Deal' I'm still through these streets like-a k**, k**, k** 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 muthaf**in' 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 f**, 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 f** I'll open ya up, watch me, can't stop me Wanna' pop me 'cuz he copy And I'm k**in' all you wack a** 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..