Self Made - Uncle Murda
(Intro) I batter up the streets, berserk Niggas ain't out here, putting in work It's way about time to twerk (Hook) I'm from the bottom I was right, niggas ain't gon'get me It's cool, I got them, I got popping, Now they feeling shitty I got my self payed Diddy, and the Rubens Since that, If you a self made nigga than you fuckin wit fast Men do what they say, and say what they mean Stand on my own two feet, nuts hang in between I'da came up, and I got my aim up (powder) These fake real niggas, got the game fucked up(word) Who y'all want me to pick on Give me a rapper(name) (Pick one!) I will talk about his grandma About his brother, about his kids I'm so disrespectful, man Damn, what they won't do to a nigga Not a motherfucking thang I don't care if they got the red or blue bandana Tied around their head Then I complain I am the realest shit coming outta New York But they sleeping on me Like I don't do records with J Wo, my rap sheet soldier I have shooters with the big BANG BANG BANG My nigga, I was hoping Don't pull us here into women and lil' kids I'm about that action I know y'all can feel my energy I have never do a song or take a picture with a nigga That was once my enemy I ain't the most lyricsl But you can't front, the nigga clever As far as this rap shit go I wanna be remembered for saying the realest shit ever (Hook) (Verse) The police, the D.A. and the judge so racist They been sober in court and throw us high behind cages(?) They so racist, it never be a crime of vice They so racist. I'm from a place that you're not s'posed to make it If you ain't got your gun on you, you considered naked When opportunity present it self, you take it You ain't front, man You got a big chain on, I'mma take it Then take it to the pawnshop for money exchanging I'm a regular, know the owner on a first name basis A lot of niggas front, but they scared of closed cases With the cuffs goin' on their wrist, they give up information Oh, they cam't take it, same thing they pull the trigger with(?) No statements(oh, they couldn't take it) Always telling 'em how much time the judge gon' give 'em That 20 years to life, all that thug life wasn't in 'em (Hook)
Artist: Uncle Murda
Title: Self Made