Lyrics Antisocial - Scru Face Jean , Tech N9ne

These niggas don′t get it
Aww man hahahahaha
You ready?
The Hit Brainiac

Hoooo, rrrra!
They don't even know you
But they gonna talk
And they gonna plot, like they gonna roast you
Cut you off, now I feel antisocial
I don′t trust you dawg, now I feel antisocial
They don't even know you
But they gonna talk
And they gonna plot, like they gonna roast you
Cut you off, now I feel antisocial
I don't trust you dawg, now I feel antisocial

Niggas is snitches, let me get into this specific
For cut they would change their position
Niggas be switching, turning they homies to victims
And biscuits can turn them into bitches
So that′s why I′m wake and I won't get trapped in a prison
Then be forced to rap for a system
No cash or resistance will make mе tap on my niggas
I rather get lashes from whipping
My passion is rеaler, quarterback′s snapping for skrilla
The rest of you [?] I glass in the mirror
And there ain't chance that you iller, fuck it I dance at the villa
All by my lonely, only got a couple of roadies
Ya you action figure
Might have to slap a nigga, ′cause I ain't your rappin′ nigga
Swallow your pride, you ain't all friends, that's a lie
You call everybody "Your guy"
And nigga that′s why you don′t got a soul that we ride
You really think they're on your side
Well I bet if I pulled your niggas to the side
And offered them money in piles and give ′em a nine
They probably would shoot at your spine
But huh you pro'ly still blind

Hoooo, rrrra!
They don′t even know you
But they gonna talk
And they gonna plot, like they gonna roast you
Cut you off, now I feel antisocial
I don't trust you dawg, now I feel antisocial
They don′t even know you
But they gonna talk
And they gonna plot, like they gonna roast you
Cut you off, now I feel antisocial
I don't trust you dawg, now I feel antisocial

I remember when I had a clip (Yeah!)
Like E-40 my blocka was thick, we hop in the whips
For the guap you blacking, then we poppin' the blick
You lost in the brick, and I cough and you get (brrraah)
Me and my partners we was droppin′ the hits
Hella locking this bitch, but it stopped and it sits
Nobody left as me I′m rocking it with
I don't feel like I′m still with the game (Nah!)
Prolly need to go back and on the block and bang (What?)
But I'm ′bout to be fifty, I'm in the house and be picky
′Bout going out and be iffy now with the fame (Aha!)
But I keep the .50 cal with me need be
Can't let the Tribulus hit me easily
Ripping out indie ground if he sees me
My blicky start itching now quickly, hehe
Whatever reason I get caught deserted
But I'm three dimensional, so this thought′s immersive
I don′t know something from my lips brought the curses
Feeling like a preacher that done pissed off the church
, Missed all the verses
It's far from the truth
I′m still the same, I'm still bringing you bars from the booth
My homie′s missing, I'm feeling embarred from my roots
I never swallowed, instead it′s a heart want to chew
No talking I'm feeling I'm anti-social
Back in the day really needed my niggas to stain my vocals
No money can′t buy the camaraderie
Never you can′t buy, folks know
No matter how much we don't link up forever, I stand by rojo

Hoooo, rrrra!
They don′t even know you
But they gonna talk
And they gonna plot, like they gonna roast you
Cut you off, now I feel antisocial
I don't trust you dawg, now I feel antisocial
They don′t even know you
But they gonna talk
And they gonna plot, like they gonna roast you
Cut you off, now I feel antisocial
I don't trust you dawg, now I feel antisocial