Be Yo Self

[Syke talking] I'm tired ah niggas in this motherfuckin' rap game Talking 'bout what they done did and what they gon' do What set the from and all this bullshit Nigga I done ran a TRW on yo punk ass Nigga you ain't even got no hood So what the fuck is you talkin' about?, Nigga Chorus: Just be yo self Everybody wanna be somebody else Just be yo self Just be yo self Everybody wanna be somebody else Just be yo self Just be yo self Why you wanna be somebody else? Just be you self Just be yo self Everybody wanna be somebody else, nigga Verse 1: Fool can you see yo self? Everytime I come around you's somebody else Gettin' played to the left cause you steady changin' Never quoted in but you bangin' Part time slanga, one in the chamber for the anger That you build inside but you never ride Homicidal tendencies, niggas please Shakin' fleas, three hundred an' eighty degrees Trained and schooled by Gs, you can check Pickin' up my minum, hit 'em, leaving 'em wrecked Fuck yo set, now I'm older wid bouldgers and birds Overseas bringin' kis to the su-burbs What's the word not this imitation rap shit Niggas make up shit, so they counterfeit I don't feel that shit, from this napple generation Cause they full ah perpetration Bitch made niggas they follow they copy I'm authentic motherfucka can't stop me Carbon copies the essence of some, presence Don't call me for no motherfuckin' reference Nigga be yo self Chorus Verse 2: Have you really flipped kis, about yo cheese, stackin' Gs Or is it all fictional thoughts that you perceive? Many fleas get in the rap game but claim something different Like being a hog from a iffin', what is it? That makes imitations speak on legend ways No affiliation wid nothing on ya resume Became a rapper now G overnight Soaking up game like a parasite alright I'm tired ah weenies and beanies in Starter hats And killin' everythang on these fuckin' raps, per-haps We need to throw a meeting in yo hood Nigga don't know me catch a beatin' in my hood It's understood from the West to the Eastside Slide wid the riders and suiciders, life biters In the mix full ah tricks and they phony Ya own homie told me... You ain't being yo self Chorus Verse 3: You heard my style but not the voice wid it Somebody bidded I guess it fitted I got more style than a lifer on a wave pal Upside down smiles stayin' thuggin' in the meanwhile Bustas beware, don't stare I got a evil passion Thug passsion on control, ballin' assassin Let me floss, playa boss, picture me satelite Kickin' up dust fiends rush, block sold up tight Syke Capone, roll alone from set to set Hangin' wid Ninos and gangbangin' vets Respect the fact pack a Mac if your pocket's flat I'm puttin' down moves from Jersey to Sac Felony acts involve murders never solved my brother Followed around by the federal undercover They wanna smother a killer I'm the nigga yo hood hate Fuck wid me and I'll smash yo hood to another state Call me Syke psychoactive the troublemost Let's make a toast to the Inglewatts overdose And all these playa ass niggas out here That's just being theyself, nigga Chorus Verse 4: Baby I can't forget about you You want reproduction of yo whole crew Outfits shows the center of your character Split personalities like an actor Had to backtrack it cause they counter off Tryna make a thug nigga go soft Doublecross, a hoe if you don't know Stayin' focused on my cash as I lay low There he go, the clepto-maniac And I ain't gon' never change nigga fuck dat [Syke talks] Yeah, ain't gon' never change on these niggas I'm being myself from beginning to end nigga When you see me, you know I'm being myself nigga Ain't nobody else I can be but my motherfuckin' self Let the bustas be somebody else Chorus (wid Syke givin' shoutouts and talking)