Self Made Lyrics - 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) 

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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 

Photos 

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)