Plot
Layton's life falls apart after his girl leaves him. He then discovers that he has a mysterious stalker who claims to be Stephen Hawking. Helped (and hindered) by his friends, Layton must find out who the stalker is before he loses his sanity. A film about two best friends who work in a pub - one's heartbroken, the other needs to get laid. And one of them's being stalked.
Scone can represent several things:
Sarah Carey is a former Esat Telecom employee and former columnist for The Sunday Timesand The Irish Times. She is currently a radio presenter on Newstalk and has presented for TV3. She resigned from The Irish Times in March 2011 after an appearance on national television during which she defended leaking information from the Moriarty Tribunal about political donations from Denis O'Brien to Irish political parties.
Carey has a degree in History from Trinity College, Dublin and a post-graduate diploma in Business Studies from the Michael Smurfit Business School in University College Dublin. She has performed freelance PR/marketing work for a number of companies and the political party Fine Gael. She has also worked for Esat Digifone.
In 2002, she began writing the blog GUBU, "An Irish woman’s social, political and domestic commentary". Then Sunday Times Irish Editor Fiona McHugh, offered Carey a column after reading the blog. The Sunday Times column ended when she started writing a weekly opinion column for The Irish Times in 2008. The blog also ended in 2008.
Suckas can't survive without philosophyin'
When somebody dies you see why I'm not surprised
Had a plot to rise since I looked into the doctors eyes
Since I started drinking milk through was homogenized
I was strived with or without a pops to provide
Mom still cries cause she fell for a crock of lie
I try to teach her to fight her fear
I try to teach her to wipe her tear
Don't worry, shit gon' be a'ight this year
I'm at the top of my game, just watch for my name
Better off popping my brain than poppin' my chain
I claim king without dropping a thing
When they ask if I'm best I reminisce to the banging'
The drama's pitiful, little niggas is homicidical
Couple meals ago shorty was eating through his umbilical
Now he feel he unkillable
The wrong altercation will leave his ass with a long abrasion
I try to make my life to focal through rhyme
These niggas do vocal booth crime
I shot niggas multiple times
But when you rapping, you the crack king
I sold it to whites when you thought it was just a black thing
I'm filled with this realness, rappers happen to lack it
I'm flabbergasted you got a platinum plaque for that whack shit
All the real gangsters, they're on their way to being dead or in jail
They don't make records to sell
The drama's pitiful, little niggas is homicidical
Couple meals ago shorty was eating through his umbilical
Now he feel he unkillable
The wrong altercation will leave his ass with a long abrasion
I try to make my life to focal through rhyme
These niggas do vocal booth crime
I shot niggas multiple times
But when you rapping, you the crack king
I sold it to whites when you thought it was just a black thing
I'm filled with this realness, rappers happen to lack it
I'm flabbergasted you got a platinum plaque for that whack shit
All the real gangsters, they're on their way to being dead or in jail
[BRIDGE:]
What's really, really Crack
What's really, really Dope
What's really, really Sad
We don't really have Hope
What's really, really Hood
What's really, really There
Stashing about it
Nobody really, really cares
What's really, really Crack
What's really, really Dope
What's really, really Sad
We don't really have Hope
What's really, really Hood
What's really, really There
Stashing about it
Nobody really, really cares
[Verse 1:]
Opened up another Chinese place
As if we needed one
Like we can't get a hold of Chin-Wong
He in the hood with the egg-foo-young
Kennedy ride
Stay open till 5
Look guys, open your eyes
We can't survive when people come in our neighborhood and ride
While we fall like the towers hours after bin laden, surprise!
Knowledge is magnemytime, think it's going to cling to the truth,
Which is every word that I sing in the booth.
I gotta watch the shit I bring to the youth,
Rappers affecting the hood,
My little cause Nate, slinging is proof,
I used to listen to Onyx, and think I had my Yonex,
Dre made me say fuck my book, where the fuck is my chronic.
The funny shit is that the white man is always behind it
He turns an ominous relation into his economics,
And it's a promise -till I'm dead and gone,
When that revolution come,
I'm gonna be good and ready to get it on.
[BRIDGE]
[Verse 2:]
Allot of busters (tho) be claiming that they military minded
But real is not an image, it's the substance behind it
Pulling out your pistol in your own neighborhood,
Stunting, en-dangering the babies on the block,
That ain't about nothing,
The old Gs say the game used to be about something
The street life had honor and code
Now we just fronting, is it rap that got us acting like that?
Or the condition we live in, that got us cornered and packed
Up in the prisons,
Politicians running around with these rappers like mascots
So they can hi-jack they have-not vote in the ballot box.
Now I'm anti the Bush and gender,
But I remember, it was Bill Clinton that took welfare.
What's really hood with these MC Wars?
Inflated egos acting like some gossiping Hoes,
That shit is weak Yo,
I focus on stacking this paper, setting the power,
Cruz if we ain't controlling the hood it ain't Ours.
Something like a buddy, didn't really love me
You made my lifestyle ugly, man, you wasn't my friend
I trusted and believed in you man, I ignored all the people who said:
“Watch out for your friends"
I used to try to watch for the cops but my pops said:
“Brian you should stop, you should watch for your friends”
I wish I would've listened to him, He said:
“Friends, sometimes they'll try and make you sin”
You made me not only sin
You made my temper shorter than Napoleon
Would shoot whenever you told me when
Met you when I was only ten, now it's only been
Two and a half years since I left you
I can't lie, sometimes when I'm alone
I want to pick up the phone like, what up, holmes
Instead, I go in the zone and spit poems in the microphone
Talking to you is something to do,
but I be calling Ricker's home
You insisted on making me sin
You ain't love me, you was making pretend
You wasn't my friend
My auntie, my uncle and them
They used to tell me again and again:
“Watch out for your friends”
My momma couldn't never comprehend
Said, “You won't even do it for me, but you'll do it for your friends”
Wish I would have listened to them
They said: “Friends, sometimes they'll try to make you sin”
You ain't no friend of mine
OK you, what's up?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Your boy Saigon the man here, yeah, yeah!
Are you ready?
Chorus:
You niggas want it, you niggas get it
Hospital bed, nigga get admit it
My niggas got it, you niggas want it
Put a knife on your shirt, hurt on it!
Now .the hottest beat of the year
Say yeah, yeah, my name is...
Say yeah, yeah, rocking with Saigon this year
Say yeah yeah yeah!
Why you wanna make me go back on my bull job?
Even though I hang with the ganger those good guys
We don't get no man,. like we're going in
I'mma hide your whole fam saying their goodbyes
I might be the wrong one to try to intimidate
It's some shooting and it's going on, I'mma participate
It's some you and it's going on, I'mma participate
Cause I'm tired of seeing the designs on a dinner plate!
Be some food on it, lasagna inner state
To where I move on it, piranhas infiltrate
To feel like the day we see
The real shady bear, we're the ones crazy real,
I ain't just the way you feel!
These are facts and you can even act
Or you could check my hood credit scores, legal facts
Yeah, this is what I suggest
If you're the truth, nigga, take the lie detector test, yeah!
Chorus:
You niggas want it, you niggas get it
My niggas got it, you niggas want it
Put a knife on your shirt, hurt on it!
Now .the hottest beat of the year
Say yeah, yeah, my name is...
Say yeah, yeah, rocking with Saigon this year
Say yeah yeah yeah!
I'm a disciple, like I read ten Bibles
My will turned faster like a fucking spin cycle
And I ain't seen the Encyclopedia since high-school
Past the Ramadan I start fucking with ten riffles
Talking in your... busting, discussing
Just like a. he was a mother fucker and fought crime
Daddy gave you a microphone and some talk time
You turned it into a porcupine, you ain't never walked the line!
Never walked a yard, just talking hard
You go to hell, you're send them round to support them gods
You're a fraud and the fraud in the presence of the law
Till my dogs started look like a snowish ball
I don't analyze, I'm cool and I'm casting charms
Smooth as a .your music is gotta ...
A lot of..., banging drums in the.
The concept is nonsense, you're my God!
Chorus:
You niggas want it, you niggas get it
Hospital bed, nigga get admit it
My niggas got it, you niggas want it
Put a knife on your shirt, hurt on it!
Now .the hottest beat of the year
Say yeah, yeah, my name is...
Say yeah, yeah, rocking with Saigon this year
[Intro]
Ha ha, S to the A man
Yeah!
[Chorus]
I'm on my way to the top, no frontin'
Y'all couldn't pay me to stop, no nothin'
Stayed on my own and keep my pace, I'm runnin'
Cause I'm on my way up, I'm on my way up
It is y'all comin' with me - elevator ride to the top
Y'all can come with me - elevator ride to the top
I don't think y'all hear me - we gon' take a ride to the top
It is y'all comin' with me - we gon' take a ride to the top
I'm on my way up
[Verse 1]
And I ain't never comin' down clown
Bang you from every angle like surround sound
Bow down, pay homage to my hustle man
Stop gettin' mad cause I be showin' off my muscles man
I work hard for 'em, so damn right I'ma show 'em
You think I do that sh*t for fun? I don't think so son
I'm in the gym like young Muhammad and them
He said to make it to the top that I gotta get it in
And in the studio you should already know what I'm cookin' up
Every other year I got this rap sh*t shooken up
Whoever hot at the time know if he got outta line
Then I'm droppin' a rhyme to put a stop to his shine
I'm, much more than punchlines and metaphors
The skill level is light years ahead of yours
So feel free to critique my mystique
The wise rule the world, the strong only rule the weak
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
And like I said, I ain't comin' down
I did everything one can do on the underground
Mixtapes, tours, made a couple hundred thou'
But people want that "Greatest Story" and they want it now
The powers that be don't wanna let my message out
My words are equal to somethin' put in the stress about
I made a song "Color Purple," they refused to push it
That was a song that could do stuff the Southern music couldn't
"Pain in My Life," the proof was in the pudding
Plus I'm a rapper that could act as good as Cuba Gooding
The black-ballin' was obvious, I walk, they say "Look he leavin'"
What kinda guy'll retire before his rookie season?
I plan, plot, strategize different ways to make it
Cause when you real as I am you face major hatred
Feel free to critique my mystique
The wise rule the world, the strong only rule the weak
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
They target us like hate, target at Colin
Corey got on the train and startin' poppin' shots into people noggins
It's not surprisin' why my people still get knocked for robbin'
'Sposed to just watch you cop sh*t to drive in? We barely survivin'
You crazy or just out of your noggin? Look dawg
I'm really (?) sh*t, none of y'all spotted it
That's the problem with kids, you n*ggas got slum topics
Talk about you from projects, you sold the bubblegum droplets
All you hear is Hummers, drop six; for every n*gga with a drop six
It's two n*ggas with hoopties probably f*ckin' y'all chicks
A hot spit, think you could stand a glock
Rockets are brolic like rocks are solid, you sweet as a box of chocolates
I'm takin' off to the top like a rocket
I gotta get to the profit and nada is gonna stop it
So feel free to critique my mystique
The wise rule the world, the strong only rule the weak
Speak
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Uhh, break it down now
Break it (no frontin') no frontin' y'all
(No nothin') Nothin gon' stop me man!
(I'm runnin') I'm on my way up yo!
Check it (I'm on my way up)
Who comin' with me?
How many people comin' with me?
Now everybody come (with me) c'mon
DJ Corb', Saigon the Yardfather
Don I am in the ghetto, we know the power of the guns
We are the scars of violence
Son, turn in your guns
Think my shit is too real for them
A young girl killed by a
Same thing in Jamaica queens, right in front of McDonalds
The ghetto's on fire, the pyro is nothing but sorrow
It's burning inside the soul of the future kids of tomorrow
We used to use hip hop to teach us the way
For some reason these fucking artists don't reach us today
My little cousin got popped, he was slipping, he wasn't taught in
Plus was sipping too much of that vodka puffy promoted
My mama died, niggas was sending me yak
It was ironic, that shit was called hennesy black
Sipping that, make a nigga go and pick up a mac
And stick up the spot, when I should wanna rip up a track
Say fuck that, ...for you on a check
Say...we gotta bring our community back
Bring the guns...black, unity back
To come with this shit to get rid of that buffoonery rap
That soon to be looked as lunacy, cartoonery crap
The sooner we maneuver that, the sooner we could react
Fact, it's triple g's now who running with me
And I'm rep until the pack of wolves come and get me
A young girl joins a gang out in Brownsville Brooklyn
As down where they got them coke pounds still cooking
The prostitutes lurking, they still out here hooking
The booker still feeling niggas was black and brown looking
This little girl one night they gave her a burner right
Told her she wanna be gang she gotta earn the stripes
Her adolescent didact a lesson to learn in life
She shoots a kid in the back, pow, turns his life, ah
That was the 7th shooting in less than a week
The reason I feel is what I should've addressed in this beat
Check them receipts, funerals consecutively
It's the god, and by the power invested in me
I'm telling niggas to chill, and go easy on the gun play
Besides, you gonna have to learn how to fight someday
Develop a warrior spirit, let your fist talk more than your lyrics...
Check, it's real whack, that blacks only kill blacks
I know that sound off the wall but it's real fact
I shot about 8 people and they all black
[Chorus]
Sugar pie, honey bum you know that I love guns
I can't help myself
Can't keep that heat on the shelf
You knew I was a knucklehead
Ever since you met me
I Tried to do good for you, boo
But them streets wouldn't let me
You wanted a relationship
You was willing to chase it
I know you seen the pack I kept the ninas packed
But you just couldn't faced it
You mad they got me locked away
Tell me are you leavin'? Are you going away?
I put my trust in you to hold it down like Claire Huxtable
Cuz I'm in love with you ...
[Chorus 2]
I know all the shit that you did for me
Are you willing to suffer for my stupidity?
Huh ma? Huh ma? Huh mama?
I know all that shit that you did for me
But now that I'm locked is you troopin' the bid with me?
Are you willing to suffer for my stupidity?
Huh ma? Huh ma? Huh mama?
9-5 I crime drive, pockets swellin' with stacks
My girl said keep sellin' them cracks you gon' dwell in them acs
I ignored her, knowin' she was only tellin' the facts
Either that or get my melon cracked when the shell interact
But fuck it cuz I done been to hell and back
I feel my C-cipher sentences well intact
I'm developin' that
If I can just find a slumlord to sell us a shack
I'll set up shop with this dumb broad look elephant phat
Where the fellaz is at?
Sit, spark a L and chit chat
On how we can sell richter for fifty flat till they tell us it's wack
Then we drop the price to fourty-three like they feel that it oughta be
In all re-al we still quadruple a quarter Ki
Unfortunately police caught me
The man I shot in the Camelot tellin' the jailers where they escorted me
[Chorus 2]
[Intro:]
Yea..
Yea man, yo Mr. Jones, b'
I'm a motherfuckin' (”Desperado”)
Yes, yes (yes, yes)
Chea, turn me up
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up
IT'S SMASH TIME!
[Verse 1:]
Seven AM, I wake up to my little sister puttin' on make-up
R. Kelly come on, she turn the bass up
'Move Ya Body Like A Snake,' WHAT?
You need to take ya ass to school and get them fuckin' grades up
My lil' brotha, he swear he 'bout to get some cake up
Runnin' 'round all crazy rockin' a fake Jacob
The lil' nigga keep raisin his voice to my mom
I'ma have no choice but to do him some harm
For now, I play the block wit' my cousin Tyrell
'Cause around him, pussy is not what I smell
Fresh outta jail, the street, will I survive? Will I fail?
Will I go to hell or go back wit 25 wit' a L
See only time will tell if only crime prevail
The rap now, only the phony kind can sell
And I don't wanna have to keep runnin' from 5-0
I don't wanna live my life like no (”Desperado”)
[Chorus:]
We come from the bottom of the street
We stuck like gum to the bottom of ya feet
If you front in ya rap, we catch you in the street (in the street)
Run up on you wit the heat
I'ma (”Desperado”)
[Repeat]
[Bridge: talking]
{various ad-libs}
I pushed the lil' nigga unda the wing right?
I mean, I practically raised this nigga
He runnin' 'round the street now like he wanna be a muhfuckin' (”Desperado”)
[Verse 2]
We was 2 lil' brothers of the same kind
Quick to approach a lil shorty wit' the same line (GET FAMILIAR!)
Co-defendants, arrested for the same crime
'Cause when the D's found the nine, we both said it aint mine
Nobody snitchin', now we chillin on the same line
Goin to trial to eat some of the same slime
I'm tryin' to tell the nigga the thoughts of my changed mind
How when I get out, I aint gettin' on the same grind
I'm tired of seein' what crack smoke do to black folk
That shit aint funny at all dawg it's like a bad joke
He said, whateva' man, I'll do whateva to get the cheddar man
Do like 50 Cent, sell “A Lil Bit” of ery'thang
That made me wanna punch the kid in the mouth
I jus wonder how long it take for him to figure this out
I said, trust lil' nigga if you know like I know
You wouldn't wanna go home to no muthafuckin' (”Desperado”)
[Bridge: talking]
Word up shorty, don't be like me, you could be better than me
You don't wanna grow up to be no muthafuckin' (”Desperado”)
IT'S SMASH TIME
[Verse 1]
I run with gold rhymers
that know dramas
the ghetto goldminers
split a fine and roll a whole dime of trauma bid with old timers
trying to perpetuate the minds of the multitude
collectivism distorting they mechanisms eating they food
who blunted who walk the line to find a fraud and confront it
put one in his stomach
run with dudes thats 22 hundred
nothing change I could be probably plotting robbery
never monogamy prison I wear pornography
living is ideology god body illogical slugs lobotomize you
demonology trapped lord more then the local fraud
got hit by the board put a sword through a niggaz vocal cord
jakes contemplated licking him victims was sick of him
know the god creeped him but couldn't peep the curriculum
fake scarred in tri-state it wasn't hard to migrated
ya'll niggaz got ate broke down to a carbohydrate
I'm the veteran only nigga I aint never met a nigga better then
lyrically hitting you in your head again
fuck Exced-a-rin you gon need more medicine
slick raps will push your wig back like George Jefferson
you like me F it then you aint got to represent
real niggaz know Saigon flow is excellent
shit is mad evident why you think niggaz is giving us all these dead presidents
Oh, about 40 years ago, president Nixon declared a war on drugs
To this day, wanna know what it was, look
How was it that they can win a war against...
In the ghetto, losing a war against heroine
You don't believe me, look at some of the war veterans
Fought for the country and still can't afford medicine
President Nixon declared a war on drugs
And... was more like a war on us
The drug enforcement agents was given an occupation
Of making sure they inflating the prison population
So 35%... black in expansion
They say crusaders might be results of the cracker but then the...
I think it is,... just big is
And not... then I just beat it is
Today is easy to get blown than 40 years again
There's a war on drugs, then where did they go?
They found 2 terrorists all in a row
But can't find the sneaking drugs pass the border patrol
Do you expect me to believe this yo?
I mean the masses might do but me, no
You see some call it genocide, some call it hatred
I just call it something that everyone should relate to it
Let's keep it real, from town to sun don't shine
Let's keep it real, from town to... around
Let's keep it real, it's like we're living in a town
We can't even make up our own mind
Let's keep it real, unless the change goes on
Let's keep it real, the... same old song
Let's keep it real, if there's a war going drugs
We don't win till it bring no more
The Rockefeller loss knocked a lot of fellows off
Trying to get a slice bread Mozzarella sauce
I know none that won but hell of them lost
That old drug gain came with a hell of a cost
You ever stopped to think...
Like where they turning this coco reef into something you could snore
How the hell is coming to New York? And every ghetto in America
Use the... I mean you would think with all this counter-intelligence
They'd be smarter and harder...
But they ain't got not even one intention to stopping it
Half of bit is politics half it's somebody profiting
The war on drugs is really the opposite
Should be called drugs on war, cause somebody getting they pockets hit
So that coco on my street and that weed on your street
Is only air, cause they eat off on war street
Let's keep it real, from town to sun don't shine
Let's keep it real, from town to... around
Let's keep it real, it's like we're living in a town
We can't even make up our own mind
Let's keep it real, unless the change goes on
Let's keep it real, the... same old song
Let's keep it real, if there's a war going drugs
We don't win till it bring no more
Clearly a lyricism not a conspiracy theory
I just need more... to hear us
Clearly a lyricism not a conspiracy theory
I just need more... to hear us
Yes, see, to go to war against something
Means to combat something, you know
I don't see no combat no fight against drugs in America
That has been a 35 billion on just say no
Why don't you put 35 billion into the schools
35 billion into our future, our children
Instead of building more prisons
Let's keep it real, from town to sun don't shine
Let's keep it real, from town to... around
Let's keep it real, it's like we're living in a town
We can't even make up our own mind
Let's keep it real, unless the change goes on
Let's keep it real, the... same old song
Let's keep it real, if there's a war going drugs
When I first met you I thought that you and I was friends to the end
People told me men you befriended just went to the pen
But I ain't listen to them, cause you promised
As long as I fuck with you I never be in the same position again
Like you said they just jealous cuz we gone get rich and they not
They work a lot, we play the block, still got more than they got
Cousin guzzling hinny high, people say if I keep fucking with you
I subsequently die, end up with twenty five
They claiming you claim many lives, with so many lies
With guys, innocent ladies, babies of any size
Nah I knew it wasn't the truth, cuz they ain't have nothing for proof
They even blamed you for dozens of youths of substance abuse
What kinda crap is that? Everybody knows that crackers bought crack to our habitat
To attack the Latins and Blacks, never mind that fact, something I know is wrong
You was there when my hopeless mom put me out in the coldest storm
Even though you did introduce me to smoking dro
And so it was, you welcome Saigon with open arms
That's all I could focus on, the reason I wrote this explosive song
To show even the closest bond, gets torn
You tricked me all along, you had me thinking you was my friend
You never loved Saigon
(Chorus)
With friends like you who needs enemies
Brought a nigga bad luck like the Kennedys
You had a nigga ass up in the penitentiary
With friends like you who needs enemies
Now we smoking new porces, dozens of whole forties we force with
You taught the kid more than any school in New York did
Teachers teaching me social studies, but wasn't there for Saigon to cry on after the wakes of my closest buddies
I was grew up, I depicted this picture too up, was I just a fool or just too young
I storm on the booze that you brung
Snatch my soul, put a whole in it, grab my mind took control of it,
Made my heart as cold as the home it supposed to be
Funny when you wasn't around it was no incidents
That you telling all of that was simply coincidence
That's a thesis I doubt, 'fore I met you I wasn't kick Theresas eye out
Or had the police at my house, I wouldn't have needed keys to fly south
Murder rap would never ease from my mouth, I probably be at peace with myself
Probably think what you did to me was sweet, laughing at me like Kee-Kee-Kee Falling for your trickery in this feet
Don't flatter yourself, it don't take a genius to spell thug
Convince a kid at the mere age of twelve to sell drugs
If you really had g, you had them white kids like you had me
It was they great granddaddies that created you Daddy
They was the ones that flooded you with gats and liquor stores
Mats, Pimps with the whores, trade cash for intercourse
And of course these young niggas stay sucking you off
But I know the truth, so poof; I'm cutting you off
(Chorus)
With friends like you who needs enemies
Brought a nigga bad luck like the Kennedys
You had a nigga's ass up in the penitentiary
With friends like you who needs enemies
You did this to me
You did this to me, man
You know what? A lot of times we grow up thinking the streets is our friend
You know what I'm sayin'
The streets ain't your motherfucking friend young blood
Take it from me, man, I been in the streets my whole motherfucking life
[Intro:]
Free all political prisoners
Even though a lot of y'all are lucky to be prisoners
Because you know what happens to most people that step up?
They get blown awayyyyyyy - damn right (bang)
Martin Luther King had more than a dream
He was out for social change and that sort of a thing
Tried to lead us to freedom but before it would ring
He got blown awayyyyyyy (got blown away)
He seen a problem and thought that he had the answer probably
And that's the reason that Huey started the Panther Party
Wasn't for Hoover he'd be alive today (but bang)
He got blown awayyyyyyy (blown away)
That man Clarence Smith was like a father to many
Was for the love cause the brother wasn't offered a penny
He said the black man was God and it costed him plenty
Was at the time it wasn't no police officers friendly
He birthed the Five-Percent Nation, called 'em the True and Livin'
And just for that you know they whupped him and threw him in prison
Wasn't for them then he'd be with us today (but bang)
He got blown awayyyyyyy
Marvin Gaye wrote a song called "What's Goin' On?"
The label said no but he convinced them to go along
He spoke of Vietnam and the shit that was goin wrong
Tryin to convince people that they need to keep holdin on
He sang "Mercy Mercy Me" it felt like he was cryin
He wanted to save the hood, they understood why he was tryin
He took a stand and said what he had to say (bang)
He got blown awayyyyyyy
Tupac Shakur was more than a rapper
More than an actor, it was more than awards he was after
He tried to teach young black people a better way (bang)
He got blown awayyyyyyy - ay
You gotta give it to him, Abraham Lincoln was honest
He was a racist but he did what he said when he promised
He freed slaves, of course he was gon' pay
He got blown awayyyyyyy
John F. Kennedy fought for the people
A white president that wanted to see all of us equal
At least that's what he said when runnin for office to beat dude
But then he run, and he start doin more for the people
Assassin hit him with a bullet that tore his cerebral
I know a lot of y'all are thinkin we wanna believe you
Black people pray for J.F.K. (but bang!)
He got blown awayyyyyyy - same way
Gosh, I can't forget Peter Tosh
If Bob Marley was Jigga then Tosh'll be Nas
Peter was Bob's right hand man, one hand washed
the other, these brothers wanted more than to just be large
Killer on the guitar, but better up on the mic
Y'all remember that revolutionary shit he would write
Like, "Get Up, Stand Up" - stand up for your right
But bang, he got blown awayyyyyyy - you're damn right
Martin Luther King had more than a dream
He was out for social change and that sort of a thing
Tried to lead us to freedom but before it would ring
He got blown awayyyyyyy (he got blown away)
Tupac Shakur was more than a rapper
More than an actor, it was more than awards he was after
Tried to teach young black people a better way
He got blown awayyyyyyy
Then there was Saigon, I brought you "The Greatest Story"
I know they watchin me and I know that they waitin for me
I just pray that y'all heed what I had to say
[Hook:]
Boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head
(Say boom bye bye, boom bye bye) [x4]
(Real niggas never die)
[Gunshots]
[Verse 1:]
I say boom bye bye to a batty boy
When it comes to the charges, I'm a naughty boy
Put the feet to your head like karate boy
Turn around, beat the feds like the Gotti boy
The ramifications of fronting is a gut shot
A buck-fifty and universal and whatnot
They said hiphop was getting too hardcore
The metrosexual movement came, the oddball
All of a sudden the men are so fashion-forward
But clothes never made the man, you bastards know it
I'd rather hear a nigga lying and firing Glocks
Than have to hear a nigga rhyme about designer socks
(Boom bye bye in a batty bwoy head)
Bitch, do it for Buju Banton
Do it so Babylon can give that brother a bond, mon
Ain't nobody fucking with Sai
Think so? Find a sick dick, suck it and die
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Dem boys don't have no gun, dem boys don't have so
license
They call me Sai-giddy, some people say that I'm the
nicest
When it comes to getting busy on these mic devices
I ain't a problem, I'm a crisis
I'm getting all the ladies, spoiled as a baby
I'll never ever let a batty bwoy investigate me
I'd rather death convey me. No, I mean yes, it's crazy
These young niggas ain't seemin' to get the message
lately
We need warriors, that's true story, bruh
We got a couple but we need a few more of ya
Cause not by any means should out of twenty teens
Eighteen of them niggas be wearing skinny jeans (nah,
man)
We do it for Bob Marley, for Marcus Garvey
Probably all of the rastafari
Ain't nobody fucking with me
Who, Saigon? Yeah, that nigga. Go touch him and see.
[gunshot]
I've been down this road before
I'm still, I'm still who you're looking for
Oh, I've been looking for a place to hide
I feel, I feel your eyes
See right through my life
These young artist are striving
They say it's hard surviving
They only authorizing
That rap is disharmonizing
Tell them not to worry
Music, it's just modernizing
I beg to differ, cause if you look upon the horizon
You see a star is rising they go by the handle flying
He like a man of iron compared to these dandelions
And what come back? The underground? I been run that.
It just suck, I'm so stuck, to the street like a run flat
Though it only it take one track
To get you back, on my nutsack
I'm feeling like where the fuck is the love at
I might as well make it rain, sleet, snow, hail, in this dry spell.
I might as well come out of my shell, hell
Cause hip hop ain't been the same since I left it
Trying to be positive I guess was the wrong method.
Cause you can bring the dick to the pussy
But you cant make them F it.
And now look what I'm left with – this
I've been down this road before
I'm still, I'm still who you're looking for
Oh, I've been looking for a place to hide
I feel, I feel your eyes
See right through my life
We got a black prez
Still a lot of crackheads
My grandmother still can't afford her back meds
KRS already taught us about them black feds
They don't wanna see us live, should we act dead?
Then they wondering why niggas rocking that red
It's the only sensible lifestyle, day after day
Trying to put it in his head the more blood
Just wanna block the more blood gonna shed
Check check what he said
He said out here dodging the mortuary is not out of the ordinary
My people are so calm it is scary
And when we in the war why we ain't worried
Like a young G in the street
It's how I want to be buried
Look shorty you put it wrong
Here go a thinking cap, now put it on
With that mentality you're as good as gone
Lying there with the bystanders looking on
I ain't trying to clip your cone
I'm trying to put you on
I've been down this road before
I'm still, I'm still who you're looking for
Oh, I've been looking for a place to hide
I feel, I feel your eyes
[Chorus]
If this world were mine
I would place at your feet
All that I own
You've been so good to me
[Verse 1]
I wrote about stickin' the mami's
Wrote about lickin' the tommy
It's time for me to write some shit for my mommy
My mother, and not only to tell her I love her
But to show her how the pen can cause her kid to grow up
I don't even be lying no more, mah, I'm honest
I'm not playing with guns no more neither, I promise
I'm not hanging with the donnas
He my dog and I love him but fuckin' with son is just too much drama
I wonder how it woulda be if you had the chance to raise me
Would I still not know how to romance a lady?
Is it cause you made me a cancer baby
That I stay on some crab shit so nobody get the chance to portray me
Whatever it is yo I ain't tryin' to let it go
I'm focused mah, I know what I'm headed for
Oh, before I let you go
You might not knew it before so I'm telling you now to let you know
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I remember the everyday arguments
Part of it was fuckin' with my common sense
The other part of it gave me the confidence
To do what I was doing
Only if I knew what I was doing
When, what, and who was I pursuing
Being twelve years old guzzlin' gold
Coming home drunk; you crying while I stumble and fold
Remember you had your son like a bum in the cold
Cuz you was movin' my kicks and found jums in the sole?
But man I was a young man just runnin' the road
Trying to make a little crumbs cuz wasn't none in my bowl
I hated to see you struggle for gold
When you really deserved ice double the cold
That glow like your colorful soul
Mom, my love for you has wanted to grow
Last ten times stronger than any couple that's old
Oh, before I let you go
You might not knew it before so I'm telling you now to let you know
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Yo I said they could never give enough cheddar to me
To talk about the lady that made me negatively
Even though eye to eye something we never could see
My mother's the one woman no other one ever could be
See she gon' be proud when I blow like Nagasaki
Don't ever regret lettin' them cell blocks adopt me
Jail was a blessin' mommy; my nation stood by me
They got me in places regular faces can't find me
As Omega my crimey, told me I'm so ahead of my time
Even when they fast forward niggaz rewind me
I learned about Malcom, Marcus, and Kwame
About the white man why he feed us spiced ham
Spam, and salami
Lyrically they can't deny me
All I need is your love, your trust and just for you to stand by me
Oh, yo before I let you go
(Cold)
(Cold)
(Cause its cold) its cold
(Cause its cold) its cold
(And i'm cold) i'm cold
(Cause its cold) its cold
(Cause its cold) its cold
(Cause its cold) uh
(And i'm cold) i'm Cold
(Cause its cold, its so cold in the streets.) ah ya ya
(its so cold, anywhere that you go.) uh
(Can somebody take me to another place,
a place where it ain't so cold) Why?
(Cause its cold) its cold
(Cause its cold) its cold
(And i'm cold) i'm cold
(Cause its cold) its cold
(Cause its cold) its cold
(Cause its cold) uh
(And i'm cold) check it,
My momma with my grand momma now.
i wonder what they sayin when they lookin down.
Wonder if i made them proud. (cold)
I made it this far i wonder if that made them smile,
I cooked somthin so well and i made tha ????
But now people taken my ????? for a ????,
Talkin shit about me like i ain't one of tha deepest,
i told niggas once i start they can't stop my kick got skill skill
i am 4 real
i ain't got just could get to black mother f*cker I bill
i am 4 real
i'm just telling you how i feel
i am 4 real
niggas ayyt but they not that ill
i am 4 real
sucker i'm real
i got the hood on smash bitch
this all gonna get get a lot of niggas smash kid
'cause as for all singing the same real
mother f*ckers might be as well plstic and if i have to elarn magic
abracadabra you all can ..binocular
this is not a methapof masacre is a message
you ..with a nigga is way too agressive
me to not have none in a way too posesive
but now want just to gotta live for something just to gotta lvie
the reason why i aint' ..is this nigga ..
i just feel liek a bully
they should praise me liek i had hit it was woody
made otu a bretah made a .. cooky
..holla like a wolf nigga we can see the shits ..
what they feelin, i am 4 real
and i am dark just coudl .. them black mother f*cker
i am 4 real,
Look i'm just telling you hwo i feel
i am 4 real
niggas you rap but you not that deal
i am 4 real
in mother f*ckers might get more listen too me
they aint got aquarter like ..to me
gangstas got bored to ..
you a real G in thsi .. to mistery
'cause aint' nobody hurt it is to put it
and actually you put it .. in trap
before you was trappin
you was a nice guy man i dont' know what happen
got you with nice ride
that's when used to ..
trickin the hoes when you holla ..
and just still don't get it
yes the reason you won't quit it
i spit it for all truth all ..
all niggas like .. for you
my nigga ..can't be cool
is the new AB AB
..is the movement the music is crazy
i told niggas once i start they can't stop my kick got skill skill
i am 4 real
i ain't got just could get to black mother f*cker I bill
i am 4 real
i'm just telling you how i feel
i am 4 real
niggas ayyt but they not that ill
[Chorus:]
I want it all!
I want the cars in the fancy...
I want the light, the success it brings!
I want the love and the parallel respect
That's the way it's seen.
I said I want it all!
I said I want it all!
O.K. I want a...
So what I want even more it's finally getting in the door.
I want the critics to give me the credits that I deserve,
Wanna show off my vicious...
I want to save money, so what's the... [?]
I want people to see that I was popular before Entourage,
I wanna know if my sister is fucking, is she protected,
I want that President Obama to get reelected.
I want the kind of drama that I'm doing to be accepted,
... in town, I'll probably be rejected.
I want no integrity,
I want Saigon to be stronger that I'll ever be,
When I'm gone no insanity,
I want mom's receipt for sweet potato pie I used to die for.
I want a reply, yo!
I want it all!
[Chorus]
I want to be my...
I want people to be honest, even when it offends me,
Unless they won't wake up the violence asleep within me.
I want to think everybody wants the day to shine,
I want to earn the truth,..
I want you and you to learn how to rhyme.
I can't put yourself against...
I want the kids in the ghetto to go to school,
Want them know culture,
Wanting them to know that the fraud is so uncool.
I want to know who's related in gang bang,
It will entertain me,
Probably the same dude with a...
I want hip hop to stop providing this deformity,
I want the opportunity!
I promised my brothers I won't stop!
[Chorus]
I want to send the receipts to Mr...
I want to feel if... ass is real,
I want to know if you're dangerous, so...
I wanna welcome myself back in the rap,
I want everybody to imagine it now,
I was the one...
I wanna welcome myself back in the rap,
You think I came this far, for me the mother fucking fall?
Hell no!
I said I want it all!
I rap about politicians, how money's their acquisition
To get it they gotta keep us without a pot to piss in
Strugglin' to survive, 9-to-5, ain't making it
Turn on the TV, all I see is celebs taking it
Feeling like they got all the bread but they ain't breaking it
I'm taking it as soon as I find the oven where they baking it
We was brought here to pick the cotton
Now we picking the music for massa to listen to
The clothes in which he rockin'
We don't drive a hard bargain
All we want back is crack, some more gats
And some more of that bullshit rap
The crime rhyme is still black on black
We need a leader like me to get us back on track
When y'all make them dis records do you know what you're doing to black community?
Market and promote the fact that we lack unity
Them white people look at you and laugh
You look like a porch monkey boy dancing for cash
Wanna get on a record and talk trash
See him at the awards and don't do shit but walk past
If I bust a gun in the hood I get Attica or the Cat
I bang a gat in Iraq I get a pat on the back
Best believe I know better than that
This a lesson for all my listeners – shit ain't just regular rap
It's the greatest story that ever been spat
It's gonna teach the hood and at the same time make my pockets elephant fat
Go ahead with all the irrelevant rap
Say that you all
Thank you, thank you, I appreciate the love, thank you very much
But we gonna get into this shit really quick, check me out
You could get your body hurt badly in the hour
Ya make a scene like my rider Cavy in the shower
... Junior, before the brain tumor,.. nasty as a crack pain tumor
I flow with the glistening glow, the position to blown on by getting some dope
Cause you know,
I'm dismissing the... no condition and go four plus four mo
... my biscuit... than I'm living before, and this is real talk, not no fake shit
I rhyme of such a complexity you are so basic
The truth saw from years ago, I don't make shit
For me and none of my niggers is not known gangsters
For... prison and...
I left 6 of them go, know that I'm sick with the flow
Know I don't stick with the,.. know that I'm kicking your dope
I get bricks to your blow,.. niggers...
That's that junk, play right here
Cause you know, cause you know, damn
It's a monster man, come on, check me testing
You could bring all of your brethren, niggers and cowards
... frame me... don't be the towers
It's in my lab... flowers
The difference is you fell in a couple of seconds instead of a couple of hours
Dug a political flow, I'm a lyrical pro,.. but you know I'm original, yo
... All conditions that go four plus four more
... bitches... and I hit it before
And this is a real hawk got no places
... futuristic... you are so exits
A true song from youth ago, I don't play brick
I never bust... and I don't got cases
When I was in prison ago
I was beaten but oh no I was getting the snow
Down on a vision to flow, no... to go, go I just... fuck
Knowing my click in the shot is ridiculous yoh,
Greatest story never, never told, finally... ago
Greatest story never, never told,..
Know my shit coming, know I'm shooting sit down, know who it is
... don't test me, just play, you heard me, word up man, we good, in matter of fact, we good
I said Saigon, good
Niggers see me in the hood and acting... good
I tell them that I'm great
And then your bitch dead lame with working that bad frame with the head game, great
We appreciate the love but more important the hate, that means I'm doing great
I'm still one of the few they love to underrate fuck it this all great
Staying put no food on my plate, can't a nigger say that I ain't ate, nigger who ain't ate?
Here comes the great, old up wait nigger that's great
If it wasn't for this I'd be living this for the worsing
Spitting in a direction that... in the pedestrians
... question, mention the...
I'm from the old school where niggers call the fart poo
You got a sharp knife bitch, I could sharp shoot
So you could be on part... while I'm on river part rule
And I still put a bullet to your heart dude
You're dog mean with a shark tooth
But the faggot don't byte, all they fucking do is bark, woof
That nigger dead disappeared in the dark poof
Make a movie with a... ain't no fucking part two
... camera can snap you
That's the reason why your man got fans in Alaska
Now it's the time
That you make your way to the floor
Show them what is for
Cause I go on
[Chorus:]
Go Saigon
Get busy
Yo... get busy
Go get them
Get busy
Get get busy
I used to walk up town to see Mario
That made so more blow than the young...
From... to Granada I ain't carry...
You made us know all over the barrier
Cause... Luigi was a real nigger
He took mushrooms they used to make the... bigger
His job was to pick up the shit like a...
One day they hit Mario on a jack
Tell him they had his bitch
Want a hundred... to get her back
He took it: what kind of shit is that?
This ain't a video game lame
We're gonna go... the tack
He let us figure it when he took a drag... smoke
What this is it? He burns a whole in a ransom note
Then we wrote with ease and a lot of poke
Yo you must really want one of this in your...
He said let my bitch go and see me
Somebody won't be breathing
Cause I'm gonna call Lizy
And Lizy gonna call Diddy
Diddy gonna get busy
[Chorus]
I get busy like the mother fucker Sean Paul
You're damn right about your boys
Ain't nothing but a... hore
So niggers... you were called...
Lord have mercy on my folks
Cause I can get these niggers killed with my eyes closed
God knows I'm a gangsta to the...
I'm very familiar I'm not a stranger to the war
... I'll do an old school dance like a...
Soon as I hear this beat it's like it's automatic
I get busy
Spin around niggers get busy
Let's get it you can deny
Get busy
[Chorus]
I get up go to the bathroom
Move my...
I'm about to shower use the...
Bitching me I have a new...
I'm not spelling a word
Now use the vowels
This game ain't easy
Instead of wining I got to get rid of these...
Told the world that I'm so sick with the...
Watch out for the blog cause nigger is a...
Attention all heaters get on your boy dick
Tell your bitch she come in
She can play on my joystick
Up up down down
Left right left right
But that's a whole another game
So when I'm done with you...
I dissolve my card disappear in the dark
But I stay calm oups I'm in a Range Rover
[Saigon:]
You go get it, you gettin it while the gettin is good
You a G Optified nigga, get grub
Get Josephine and Geraldine out of the ghetto
Get a gun if a gangster feel like you Jello, and let him know
Came in with a G (G) then I took 'em up to the I
(When you G Optified... nigga!) [x2]
(When you G Optified!)
I said I came in with a G (G) and then I took 'em up to the I
(When you G Optified... nigga!) [x2]
(When you G Optified!)
G Optified! Gettin high on my own supply, yeahhh
G Optified! Don't give a fuck and we're ready to dieeee
G Optified! Gettin high on my own supply, yeahhh
G Optified! Don't give a fuck and we're ready to dieeee
Studio Time, comin soon, ha ha ha
That's right
Featuring: Faith Evans
We try our best to survive, and keep our heads to the sky,, it?s that stress and depression goodbye
If we could just get it right, oh, oh
Do away with the club and the drug spots
Do away with the judge and the mug shots
Like we do away with the day when the sun drops
Clap your hands if you?re tired of hearing gunshots
Or hear news about who got popped
By another black man or knocking a white cop
If I ain?t there when they start ? the fight stop like oh
Slow your roller be collers the ice pop yo
We gotta start helping each other quit hurting each other
Money you have a nigger take it by murdering his mother
How does it feel being slave to a dollar bill?
Give your something I can bill, ya for real
Do away with all the Chinese restaurants
Do away with all the fakes Gloria Estefans
Clap your hands if you love it and just play shit
Cause we don?t just make songs, we make statements
We try our best to survive, and keep our heads to the sky, , it?s that stress and depression goodbye
If we could just get it right, oh ok
Do away with the hip hop police force,
Fuck the pigs, I was taught not to eat pork
Clap your hands if you ain?t forget what you came for
Clap again and you?re ready to see the change come
I used to live in the same slum as Mike Tyson and ?
That?s where the knuckle came from
Spring Valley had the same bond
We had to stay and hide ?cause we ain?t had an income
Now they on the track like when the train come
Now ravages ? vip said so
And with my man ? you?re just about to witness history
Clap, clap, clap your hands if you love it and just play shit
We try our best to survive, and keep our heads to the sky, , it?s that stress and depression goodbye
If we could just get it right, oh ok
We trying our best to survive, tell me when we?re gonna get it right
Just keep our heads to the sky, it?s that stress and depression goodbye
Oh ok, oh ok, oh ok, oh ok, oh ok
Oh ok, oh ok, oh ok, oh ok, oh ok
Tell me when we?re gonna get it right
She's a very kinky girl
Oh she's kinky, she's kinky
She's a very kinky girl
Oh she's kinky, she's kinky
When I make my move to her room is the right time
Check Check
I heard she bad, bad, bad, and wicked than bad
Heard about the way she turned them legs behind the
head
Heard, she even squirt,
Heard, she only works with niggers with a certain kind
of bread
I leave that vagina dead!
Heard, she love to fuck
Heard, she even turn around, take it in the butt
Word is on the street that she be even eatin' nut
I heard Yeezy an Weezy an Jeezy beat it up
I heard she be keeping up, yeah!
Yeah! She kinky, she kinky, turn the camera on
She thinkin, she pinky, booty galore
Talking more than beauty dior
You would've swore you seen her in a porno movie before
But no, you can catch her at the club, at the bar, the
mall
Sports car, auto mall you won't probably go far
You want a piece of ass, she wanna see some cash
I call her up, but right now, we can keep some ass
[Chorus:]
She's a very kinky girl
Oh she's kinky, she's kinky
Oh she's kinky, she's kinky
She's a very kinky girl
Oh she's kinky, she's kinky
When I make my move to her room is the right time
[?] the girl is a [?] freak
She's so damn freaking!
Home boy, let me tell you what she known for
Fresh kissin the dick like jaw bone
She knows [?] she's been in the clinic
You fuck with that, and you won't be admitted in a
minute
She look good, cook good but she just a addict
She's addicted to dick, nothin I'm not gonna let her
have it
Some bitches is in the fabrics
Some bitches just want to carrats
She won't go for the [?] all she wants is her ass
licked
And then get blasted, by what we call a money shot
From the back when she [?] bunny hat
She's no good for you, but she's good to you
[?] got some good pussy
And you could catch every night out raomin the club
You are sorry you provide her Patron in the club
So after the diner if you after vagina
She's a freak in every spot, you just gonna have to
find her.
[Chorus:]
She's a very kinky girl
Oh she's kinky, she's kinky
Oh she's kinky, she's kinky
She's a very kinky girl
Oh she's kinky, she's kinky
When I make my move to her room is the right time
[?] the girl is a [?] freak
[Intro: Layzie Bone]
Hey, hey, it's lil' Lay
Saigon, Just Blaze
Just out here in the field man
Tryin to make these ends meet, you know?
Every time you look around it's some shit goin down
Man we tryin to make a better way
Saigon, talk to 'em man
Tell 'em how we tryin to do this man!
[Saigon:]
Check, my heart is hurtin and my soul's searchin for a better way
I was born in Mooseknuckle where the kid was led astray
Then I moved to B.K., where I fell in love with guns
Fast forward six years later I'm a felon on the run with one
Renegade Run was my alias
And even when I was whylin the 'gon was a Don like Cornelius
Them hoes used to chase me around
None of my niggaz surprised, I got models givin face to me now
That I roll with a super producer plus keep the booth in a stupor
That's your dog? Call him, or we're meetin is [?]
I try to put all of my trouble-makin days behind me
But it seem like them fuckers always find some way to find me
I never thought that Just Blaze would sign me (why?)
Cause he know that I fight a lot and he know my Nation is rangin grimy (yeah)
That's how I know that nigga for real
Took a chance on givin a trill nigga a deal
[Chorus: Layzie Bone (Saigon)]
Although we thuggin and we be buggin we do be tryin to find a better way
(Tryin to find a better way)
And I'd be lyin if I said that we wasn't tryin to keep our pockets paid
(Tryin to keep our pockets, paid)
Although we grindin we on the grind and cause we tryin to reach our destiny
(Tryin to reach our destiny kid)
Whether it's hell (it's hell) whether it's jail (it's jail)
[Both:] Or it's the cover of the XXL!
[Saigon:]
I never thought rhymin would help me climb the ladder of success
Niggaz thought by now that I woulda took the magnum to the chest
Or have the staggerin arrest record for dabblin in this
I knew I shouldn'ta been in since I'm fresh up out the pen
But N-O spell 'no' sucka, I kill 'em with the flow fucka
You could compare me to no other
I'm so scared of my temper, what if somebody try me?
What if I gotta prove that I still use the shotty?
Atlantic Records would dropped me, police is gon' knock me
Them bitches is gon' laugh at me, the haters is gon' party
And I'll be back in the yard
With old timers callin me a GODDAMN FOOL for clappin ratchets at y'all
I'm tellin you this, so you know I'm fully aware
And very mindful, that I will throw away my career
And let one of you little bitch niggaz step in my square
And I'll show you I keep the weapon right here, aiyyo Belly come here!
[Chorus]
[Saigon:]
Check it, look
I'm hardly never low-key so it's hard to get to know me
Got enemies in the street that's still targetin to smoke me
It must make 'em sick to see me as godly [?] in the movie
Wait 'til they start spendin money to market and promote me
Why would y'all wanna stop me?
I changed my life around, put the rifle down, niggaz still plottin to Big and 'Pac me
But on the contrilly I'm packin the mac-milly
And clappin at the first lil' faggot that act silly
It was my destiny to be here
I killed the mixtapes for three years, all original beats so be clear
And as fuckin fate would have it
I got connected with the best producer in the world so we can go in and make a classic
So when will you learn? I get deep without the Biblical terms
We livin in hell with no physical burn
That's why a nigga tryin to find a better way
And sayin hi to tomorrow, goodbye to yesterday
[Chorus]
[Saigon:]
Whether it's hell, whether it's jail
Or it's the cover of the XXL!
Whether it's hell, whether it's jail
You've ever get the feeling
No matter what they do no matter what they say
You know you'll make it someday
You know the feeling when your back is up against the wall
People say they love you but you ain't convinced at all
Tell them they full of shittin they'll tell ya you insecure
Callin ya immature does that make sense to ya'll?
You ever feel like it's you against the whole world?
Like everybody is scheming even your only girl
Your home boys seem to be counting your money
Tell em you ain't got it n he lookin at you funny
I'm feeling like I probably need ta either leave the game alone
Or either be the cheater bang the chrome n get his hatin on
[Bridge:]
How does the siagon story end how
You know what they sayin for now
[Chorus:]
They'll say I'm killer
I feel I'm as high as I can be
N ya'll ain't gon fly as high as me
I can't be no realaaa
Ya'll ain't gon bring me down [repeats]
I can't be no realaa
Ya'll ain't gonna bring me down
I'm too high but it's not from a drug
It's not from a drink not from a night at the club
It's not from abroad
It's not from what I coped from the deala
I would tell ya
But if I tell ya
Then I gotta kill ya
I've been around a lil while but I'm kinda scared
It's I'll like a vet that's still wet behind the ear
Some niggas look hard
But I don't feel a threat behind the steer
I'm looking for vics
N They could be volunteer
How dare somebody jump out the window ta try n stop me
I wait for niggas then shoot em like I was a paparazzi
Manly's back system knockin the mazzarati
I jump out the back n turn ya block into nagasaki
I shouldn't have always make a issue with the pistol
Just to prove ta kids he's official tissue to the gristle
[Bridge:]
How does the siagon story end how
You know what they sayin for now
[Chorus:]
Just say I'm killer
I feel I'm as high as I can be
N ya'll ain't gon fly as high as me
I can't be no realaaa
Ya'll ain't gon bring me down [repeats]
I can't be no realaa
Ya'll ain't gonna bring me down
I'm too high but it's not from a drug
High on life, love
I'm from above
Just say I'm killer
I feel I'm as high as I can be
N ya'll ain't gon fly as high as me
I can't be no realaaa
Ya'll ain't gon bring me down [repeats]
I can't be no realaa
Featuring: Jay-Z, Swizz Beatz
[Swizz Beatz:]
Just Blaze, hey, hands up
Swizzy, hey, hands up
1, 2, 3, here we go!
[Verse 1:]
Microphone check one two what is this?
The Yardfather coming to give niggas the business
It's so beyond rap, cock sucker we live this
So uhm, come on baby, come on, come on and witness
The next ten years of this shit, the slickness is deliberate
Lyrically it's as sick as it get
I been in the pen, been in the jects, been in the?
I been in the Benz, been in the Lex, been in the MSX
Yes, I run ringers around the fraudulant type
Come here and I'll show you that I spit on just more then a mic
I make it hard for niggas to breathe, please
These wicked emcees squeeze
Hammers like the Pampers used to squeeze, hit the DT
I Mike Tyson ya eye, put a permenant ring around it
Then go run in the booth and sing about it
Look, if I don't hurt the nigga that play with my wealth
I'm like me on Entourage god, I'm playing myself, let's go
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Hold up, the pump will make you jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
(Don't you baby, don't you baby, don't ya baby)
Keep goin now...
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South'll make ya j-ump
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
Don't touch the boy, yup
Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
I'll whip ya ass from...
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South'll make ya jump
1, 2, 3, we gone!
[Verse 2:]
Four finger, three finger, two finger, one finger
Hum dinger, gun slinger, that's what I am
Trying to get some cash in my hand as fast as I can
So you should, come on baby, come on, come on and fuck with ya man
I got this rap shit down to a science
Alotta niggas shit is aight but they ain't fucking with Ryan
First there was some defiance, until I formed an alliance
With Justin, he plugged me in, now I'm as hot as a fucking iron
You lying, all the gunplay talk
Knowing behind closed doors you be practicing on ya runway walk
I been in the kill, been in the cap, been in the box and back
I been in the ville, tripping the gat, trimming a boxing match
And I still walk around this fucker with not a scratch
And that's way more then I can say for alot of cats
My name's Saigon nigga
Break bread mufucka 'fore I break ya fucking head lil sucka
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Hold up, the pump will make you jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
(Don't you baby, don't you baby, don't ya baby)
Keep goin now...
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South'll make ya j-ump
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
Don't touch the boy, yup
Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
I'll whip ya ass from...
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South'll make ya jump
1, 2, 3, we gone!
[Verse 3:]
Finally I've arrived, so we can say our goodbyes
To the ring tone rapper, that crap'll never survive
It's the lyrics in hip-hop, they even the odds
We gotta, come on baby, come on, come on and keep it alive
I got a microphone jones, I'm in love with it
If I wasn't, I wouldn't even fuck with it
I been in the rocks, been in the grams
Been in the pots and pans, I been in demand
Been in the sense I dropped contraband, damn
Simon says, "Saigon slap the shit outta suckas"
"Slam his head on the cement and stomp it until he's? "
My son says your son scared of societies shit list
Sick as the second stage of siphylis and swift as the Savior's scripture
I say after it's all said and done
I'mma be way ahead of them, never see a better one
So look niglet, fall back a tid bit
Or get ya fucking wig split, this some big shit
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Hold up, the pump will make you jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
(Don't you baby, don't you baby, don't ya baby)
Keep goin now...
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South'll make ya j-ump
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
Don't touch the boy, yup
Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
I'll whip ya ass from...
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South'll make ya jump
ram-pa-pa-pam, ram-pa-pa-pam, ram-pa-pa-pam
ram-pa-pa-pam, ram-pa-pa-pam, ram-pa-pa-pam
another man down
yo, i let the 15 speak
turn a nigga to miss me, fuck around
another man down
can't think ... i turn your ass up since...fuck around
another man down
you know the sound
another man down
fuck around
you know the sound
fuck around
another man down
nothing gonna stop him, y'all gonna have to pop him
we good ... we mop ...
whoever got a problem... from top to bottom...
a shot to the head, a hospital bed
you said a few blunts that's what y'all niggas said
you wanna be crippled, then here's a shot to your leg,
then go and live your ... ass...
i run ...
my ... town niggas is getting it i could tell ya
they riding around, they putting they hands on that..
fella, i'm like the rap... the rhymings and the diamonds never quite glue together
i tried to save your hood but fuck it, now it's whatever
y'all wanna get on some...shit, fuck it, my pleasure
yo, i let the 15 speak
turn a nigga to miss me, fuck around
another man down
can't think ... i turn your ass up since...fuck around
another man down
you know the sound
another man down
fuck around
you know the sound
fuck around
another man down
ram-pa-pa-pam, ram-pa-pa-pam,
we'll fuck with that hip hop, it's bubble gum
it's slums are from, they all...
they say they wanna get heavy, but they don't wanna come
to the jungle where the lions and bears are fighting for theirs
it's hard to get out, we've been trying for years
i ain't prepared to die in a chair
but if i have to, i have to, it's facts... i am aware
motherfuckers better recognize who i am
i'm telling you... too god damn
you ain't a ... or a... just a 2pac fan
real gangsta is something that you not man
i've been doing this since 91,
rappers say that i'm fronting, go ahead and ... one
... give him that look and he's done
yo, i let the 15 speak
turn a nigga to miss me, fuck around
another man down
can't think ... i turn your ass up since...fuck around
another man down
you know the sound
another man down
fuck around
you know the sound
fuck around
Clap
Whoa, oh
We keep rising to the top
Whoa, oh
And keep eyes out for the cops
Whoa, oh
And that's what it gon' be
Whoa, oh
'Cause you ain't gon' stop me
They got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meet
You just trying to keep your kids off the street
You gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream)
Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve)
Uh, oh
They got you locked in a hole, 19 years old
10 years, no chance for parole
They better believe it (That's right, tell them again)
Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend)
Whoa, oh
After the sunshine come the rain, after the fun time come the pain
I often wonder if it's gonna change
I caught a bad case of Smacking-Bitch-I-Itits (What happened?)
I came home, my wife got my daughter in shitty diapers (Damn)
The rice is still raw and the meat is still frozen in the freezer
I hate that I'm to close to her to leave her
Either I hit the street to do some pitching, knowing these dudes is snitching
Or die trying to make it as a musician
My living condition is not in the greatest condition (Nope)
And nah, I ain't bitching, I just gotta make a decision
Should I breeze past, hop out in a ski mask
Rob everything moving and cruise in a G-Class (Vroom)
But keep writing the heat that the street like it
Youngings is reciting my lyrics, so keep biting
Y'all niggas is thinking shit is easy, it's hard
One thing I know I'm a do is keep believing in God
Whoa, oh
We keep rising to the top
Whoa, oh
And keep eyes out for the cops
Whoa, oh
And that's what it gon' be
Whoa, oh
'Cause you ain't gon' stop me
They got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meet
You just trying to keep your kids off the street
You gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream)
Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve)
Uh, oh
They got you locked in a hole, 19 years old
10 years, no chance for parole
You better believe it (That's right, tell them again)
Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend)
Whoa, oh
After the fast songs come the slow, after the sad songs come some more (More)
This is the life I have come to know
Police is in Marquis', Chevy Caprices stroll
The young, hood boogers idolize Keyshia Cole
The rap figures throwing money in the air like it's pizza dough
People in the hood ain't eating though (Though)
I tried to help the labels see the vision
But they lowered me to a subdivision, you gotta be fucking kidding
They'd rather me pretend to be something I'm not
I'm the new Public Enemy, I'm different than Yung Joc
And nah, I ain't dissing, this nigga's up in the Forbes
Shit, I ain't made a dollar trying to rap for the cause
But in these next four bars, I'll tell you about Maleverly Laws
They enforcing on North American shores
Dog, if they can have rifles on their farms
Then I don't see why they knocked T.I. for trying to bear arms
Whoa, oh
We keep rising to the top
Whoa, oh
And keep eyes out for the cops
Whoa, oh
And that's what it gon' be
Whoa, oh
'Cause you ain't gon' stop me
They got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meet
You just trying to keep your kids off the street
You gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream)
Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve)
Uh, oh
They got you locked in a hole, 19 years old
10 years, no chance for parole
They better believe it (That's right, tell them again)
Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend)
Whoa, oh
Tell them wave at the artist, I feel like I'll make it regardless
Don't forget I'm the ex-con that made it the farthest (Yup)
Until the day that I lay with the martyrs
Or until the day I'm parlaying, playing with my sons and my daughters
I'mma remain the smartest, hardest working nigga in the business
Just Blaze, can I get a witness (Yessir)
See that they probably get it if I come out flop
Get dropped, go back to my block and get shot (Pop)
As they putting my body in that life-size Ziplock
Then you'll be saying "Damn, Giddy died for this hip-hop"
Or maybe it entail you to get locked
To another 20 in the rock for them to give me my props
Whatever the case may be
We do a census on who is the sickest lyricist, they say me
That's without a album out, y'all rated me
I drop one and I'mma bow out gracefully
Whoa, oh
We keep rising to the top
Whoa, oh
And keep eyes out for the cops
Whoa, oh
And that's what it gon' be
Whoa, oh
'Cause you ain't gon' stop me
They got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meet
You just trying to keep your kids off the street
You gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream)
Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve)
Uh, oh
They got you locked in a hole, 19 years old
10 years, no chance for parole
They better believe it (That's right, tell them again)
Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend)
Whoa, oh
Keep, keep, keep rising
Whoa, oh
Keep, keep, keep rising
Whoa, oh
Keep, keep, keep rising
Whoa, oh
Keep, keep, keep rising
Whoa, oh
Wooo!
Hope you got what you paid for
Hope you got what you paid for
I ain't even gotta say more
Hope you got what you paid for
Hope you got what you paid for
Hope you got what you paid for
I know you got what you paid for
Everybody balling, everybody winning
Ain't nobody pull no more, everybody spending
Are we just caught in a world that we co pretending
Where pretend to be niggas to pretend to run up...
The minute women are sinning, in a minute, this gets them to them infants
They morals becoming so inconsistent
Little boy with his wrist slit, little girl think this gripping is a bizness
That's cause our mother wasn't against it
Everybody getting it, everybody trappin
Who the heck is listening if everybody rapping
Kinda knew this was destined to happen
Rappers no realer than wrestlers who acting
And the message is backing
But once again Saigon bringing you the realest
If I ain't the illest, then we can talk about willest
...gsmt, just repeat after, matter of fact, after you
Hope you got what you paid for
Hope you got what you paid for
I ain't even gotta say more
Hope you got what you paid for
Hope you got what you paid for
Hope you got what you paid for
I know you got what you paid for
How you sposed to be the wildest when you got a stylist
Say that you really smoke whenever puffing out the chalice
Only clips you prolly fuck with is butcher of malice
I told you to cut the bullshit, now you full of the cow piss
How's this, I'm like money mayweather around round 6
Bout to start turning it up about this bitch
I'm too legit like Stanley barelle,
I'ma die doing what I love, I'm the black tammy tarrel
Told buffy my nose stuffy, dog I can't even smell
Cause I'm sick from doing this shit, but still they let me in jail
Tell baby I need avy, if not, then I'ma go holler at shady
One of these motherfucker is gonna pay me in gravy
In the best shape of my life, state the price make it nice
You can go on vacation twice
I'm telling you man, I'm worth every bit of that 80 million dollars
Hope you got what you paid for
Hope you got what you paid for
I ain't even gotta say more
Hope you got what you paid for
Hope you got what you paid for
Hope you got what you paid for
I know you got what you paid for
Before my daughter, before they bottled the water
We was flipping the bricks, see ...slide to the border
Come back with some shit out the size of rock of Gibraltar
Paper pussy power, paint in chronologically order
Coola got locked, product was getting shorter
We knew he do some time and then the cops would deport him
Fuck the feds have record him in the comfort in his own home
He would just live up and talk bindess on his own phone
We was on the home grown, he was blowing the hydro
I think it was hydro, how the fuck should I know?
I was ducking the 5o, tryina get the case gone
Went to Miami to see family
I wasn't tryina stay long, just to pick up enough yay to lay on
We still had enough to get way long
Hope you got what you paid for
Hope you got what you paid for
I ain't even gotta say more
Hope you got what you paid for
Hope you got what you paid for
Hope you got what you paid for
Shout out to Scram Jones!!!
Clinton Sparks in the building
IT'S SMASH TIME!
[Verse 1:]
It ain't nothin for me to roll wit twelve fire arms
The kid got more beef than Hillshire Farms
But I ain't gon turn my shit into some sausage
I'm gonna turn my beef into some coffins
Flow so sick I'm nauseous
I ain't signed yet, these labels makin me BS often
I don't care, its all they loss, the price is only gon go up
Nigga im gonna blow up, American Music Awards, yea I'm gon show up
When I win one of them, I'm gonna throw up
Yup, right on whoever's in-front of me
I came from the P, ain't nobody in this bitch that can front on me
Aint nobody shutter me, I'm under my own wing
A.B. nigga, yea I'm runnin' my own thing
Smile ery'time the phone rings, ‘cause I know its money on the other end
Not my homie's lover-friend, gotta bring the shovel in
Im buryin' these niggas careers
To me it appears they all queers
They what we call pimps, we need more squares
Who wanna holla back? In-fact I'm all ears
[Chorus:]
These lames (these lames)
They fuckin' up the game
(Niggas fuckin' up the game, said these lames fuckin' up the game)
It's a shame the way that things change
[Repeat]
[Verse 2:]
Anytime you wanna know about Saigon
Go to what type of thug are you w.com
Put through the fire like Chaka Kahn
Seen all of the stop signs but to me them jokers was jus octagons
Couldn't tell me I was not the bomb
Lil nigga couldn't fight but I was quick to cock a nine
Never quick to drop a dime
Even though niggas dropped dimes on my bout fifty-eleven times
Crime time, this is a fine time to rhyme
Im feelin like a million, word to my mom
Im glad all of yall niggas chasin' a dame
I'll DMX the game wit no sets to claim
Throw it all on my back wit jail bars on my arm
War scars on my hear from gettin' it on
Cap sacky nigga, they backed me nigga
They feelin my tracks and Clinton back
I fuck around and go platinum off jail niggas alone
What up Nap-Nap how yall love that?
[Saigon:]
You ain't never really love me did you
God forbid you ever need a lung for something cause I ain't gon give you
The reason I had to quit you
Cause I rather do that than hit you
And have your eye all black and blizzle
You ain't too pretty for that for shizzle
I rather chat with you and tell you why I'm never coming back to get you
No longer is the love there nope
No longer do I care if your hair dope
No longer will I act to be happy
Knowing good and well I'm just holding on to mere hope
You fuck me up girlfriend I hope you know that
See me I just ain't the type of motherfucker to show that
I know that life without you might be so wack
At home getting tore back fucking with the mofat
Listening to Bobby Womack
If you think you lonely now, wait until tonight and you gon know that
I'm a lose her
[Saigon:]
Look love before you get the chance to intervene
Stop leaving messages on my answering machine
I don't wanna be talked to, don't wanna be seen
Grown ass woman still acting fifteen
What you missing the kissing and missing every position the huggin
Making love in the sunk in tubbing
The back and the neck rubbing
Or was it my lack of respect for your ex husband
And now you want to get back for what just to see me naked again
So you can take my heart reshape it and break it again
I ain't got nothing to say to your friends
As soon as they come around that's when all the damn hating begin
I'm sick and tired of fake and pretend
I figure that it was time to bring this relationship to a end
Now on the blockbuster nights we was snugged in the den
I'm out guzzling gin in the club with a hen
Check it, I'm here to regulate!
Set the record straight, like a bomb ready to detonate!
I separate the heavy from...
Making an ignorant mind climb to a clever state.
There's no time to [?]. I'm trying to add a weight,
Cause when God comes to get you, He gets you home,
And He's never late!
I'm afflicted, I... with the crime addicted,
Convicted for trying to...
Nowadays freedom is non-existing.
You're been lying... too much,
Your story is salty,..
You can't name one Nigger...
Yet, you rap about carrying,
What a fuck ass you are, punk?
[Chorus:]
You make me sick!
Rapping like you're dogging,
You're barking,
You make me sick!
Acting like you've been here in...
Always kicking some trauma shit...
You make me sick!
Please violate my...
Give me some reasons so I could...
You make me sick!
You're thinking you're the person who's singing
That you originally wrote this shit.
You make me sick!
This up!
This up!
This up!
We ain't thirsty enough to drink from a pimp club!
Got me killing me with your gun busting ability,
Ain't no hand guns that have been in this fucking facilities.
That's why you were going...
The tried to lock a Nigger for life,
They gave,.. two years, and he only got knocked with a knife.
To keep it real mother fucker, you ain't shooting that gun!
You're punk ass is probably even scared to shoot a...
I've got some stories for your ass, but I don't care to share them,
I just wish I had a couple more years to hear God!
He died young, he was living this shit that you spit.
[Chorus]
Do you think they're going to understand you, man?
I don't know man!
Maybe I should sing this shit!
What's the matter?
We are getting back to rapping.
Get back to all this hip-hop is all about, man!
Raising the kids, man!
Each one, teach one, right?
One hand washes the other one,
Both hands wash the face!
I'm back!
Be afraid!
damn girl
they true what they say is
yeah look like
the table's done turn
i mean by the looks of things
it might safe to say
that women are the new dog to ..
Hook:
she's mine even though she's yours
you aint' the only one breaking the all
it don't seem right but that's how we made them
women are the new players
dont' hate em
and she be lying when she say where she goin
tell me be quiet when he calling the phone
i had to question why girl you're doing so wrong
she said i got it from ya'll
women are the new dogs
i'm nice like loving on the freestyle
he know i found my number on his wife's speed dial.
ooh she gonn' get a beat down
he come here yeah will be warmer like the ....
wuddup nigga your chick chose M.Y
i step up in the night spot i aint' even inquire
of who she was, who she with, who she love, who she hit
truefuly ngga i thought your chick was on some bujii shit
till i seen a sipping henessy dark women that drink that
the women be hard
when i say hard i aint' talking hard like Rihanna
talking first night bitch will let you hit the vagina
i .. like em like expected neck
see as much but i still give em respect
she's a she aint' nothing but a new dog
so i put on more than just two part
[Hook:]
and i'm thinking i'm doing her dirty
thinking she good thinking she not hurt worthy
and no not for a sec did i expect she was still give me sex to her ex.
till i check the radio station doing a segment called true confession
a caller called it said hey proved without a question
that he was hitting my chick doing a..
said i hope these niggas used protection
they all laugh about on the west side ..
elbows..poiting them from they wips like AHA
feeling like a jack ass thinking she got the nerve
but something deep down inside ,oh i'm getting what i deserve
i had tammy on tuesday, teresa on thur
while i was getting mine i guess she was getting hers
and then right after the dude called
they played the song called women are the new dogs
[Hook:]
they say women are the new dogs
'cause a lot of men turning into..
if thats your thing my any means do yall
me i rather die from a terminal case of blue ball
back to women being the new dog
i think 90 percent of this is the dudes fault
but when you grew up listening to that two shaw
you end up thinking the same way snoop dog
you think bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks
cause we aint treat em like queens like they suppouse to get
and instead of loving them better like uncle L with the sad
we said the hell wit em and that fucked up they heads
Hook
[Talking:]
[Saigon:]
Yo shorty, let me get it in
Let me touch it then, let me touch it.
[Girl:]
[Saigon:]
Why you acting like that shorty?
You been fucking around for a while
You know what I'm saying
Let me stick the head in
[Girl:]
[Saigon:]
Check,
Shorty was a sweety, beleive me she was a darling
Even come cook up some grub, when I was starving
Never interuped the thug, she said pardon
Only 18, and still was fucking with Marvin
Her mother was a schoolteacher, her father was a sergeant
Them chickens in the club, my baby be out joggin'
Would even go as far, as giving the god noggin'
But when it came to the coochie, she just would not bargain
Did it all, takin' her shoppin', the ice department
Even put shorty up in a real nice apartment
Would come over at night sometime, with some roses and white wine
Tryin' to create the right time
For her to give me some behind, let me get it in
I know if I hit it once, she gon' want me to hit again
But she sayin' she tryin' to use discipline
I said look lil' mama, your not listening
Go head
[Devin:]
If your in love with me
And I'm in love with you
Then it's alright for us to do what the lovers do
Just follow my lead
I'll show you what to do
Cus' I know cuttin' is something your accustomed to
[Saigon:]
They say I gotta put a ring on her finger
Before I ding-a-ling her
I understand but the man ain't tryin' hear
My brain wanna shake her mother's hand
My dick wanna hit her father with a car, just for doing his job
Shit was coming so much of a problem god
Was stressin' me like them white broads, that seen me in Entourage
Seen what's in the car garage, shit is a mess
Brand new CLS, dressed up
I funkflex
That's besides the point, nigga I'm stressed
Either she give me some sex,
Or this relationship is put to a rest
Rather leave her than do her dirty son, this birdies the best
I had to show that respect,
She didn't deserve less
Step 2, I'm like boo either we do what it do
Or you can give me the keys to the view cus' we through
She started cryin' like, how could you do
As I turned to walk away, I heard a soft voice come out the blue, say
[Hook: Girl]
After all the time you needed me
How could you just turn and leave me here
Never to look back and see me
Didn't you swear that you would treat me fair
[Saigon:]
Yeah, but I was lyin' yo
And I ain't no thundercat
The skirt you got on mami, I want what's up under that
The shirt you got on boo boo
I want what's up under that
I wanna see your booty, get do to do the thunderclap
[Chorus]
[Hook: Saigon]
Boo, boo, (Yeah)
I know you thinkin' I'm a foul type man
But I ain't really seeing how I can't
When I'm just trying to get my nuts out the sand
Without my hand
Boo, Boo
I know you think I'm a rude type dude
Spend all my money at the Moulon Rouge
Laying up with some shorty cute like you
But nah I'm [?]
Doing this for guess who
Yes,
Yes,
Yes,
[Talking: Girl]
I don't know what else to say
I mean, what you want me to say?
[Saigon:]
Say Yes Bitch
C'mon
[Saigon:]
Now you wanna merk love
After I drop the rock and cop the work glove
When manual labor was unheard of
Thought that we would spend all eternity forever together
But now you gone, how could you move on
I sit and reminisce as I'm poppin off beertops
Quarter for my memories water full of tear drops
It'll be a lie if I told you I couldn't cry
You never said goodbye so why shouldn't I
Even before I fucked you I knew that I discovered my wife
Through prison and all the strife you the love of my life
When I was caught up in the mix you bought my baby sis and brother kicks
Trusting me even after you busted me with other chicks
While you departing left my shit torn slim
I remember flirting with your friends and you was flipping on them
Missing every position I used to feed you my manhood
I even devoured you because the power you was so damn good
Them sad songs had me poppin off beertops
Quarter for my memories water full of tear drops
I think deep when I recaleca your mindstate
Lately I contribute to the rising of the crime rate
And roam red all the sane thoughts in my dome dead
Was it something I said that made you aim at your own head
Continue sleeping, I'm sorry I was wrong for cheating
[Chorus: singing]
There's a war in the streets tonight
And nobody's really feelin' alright
I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic
I know now...
So I know we'll be alright
[Saigon:]
When niggas tell you don't hurt nobody they being funny
When they say its Saigon they mean its money
Ever since I was little bitches say he a dummy
Because one year I went to church and beat up the Easter bunny
Everyday I thank god with silent pray
So he can help me resolve some of my violent ways
I was locked up for four hundred holidays
I was in the peezee when I heard Easy E and Dr. Dre
Was in the pen for that bad boy death row thing
I was locked away when Dre was crowned west coast king
I'm the thug these rappers trying to be
Lyrically I'm a fuckin anomaly
You as much of a rapper as Sean John and me
Matter of fact you an actor like Sean Connery
I'm the nigga wit the rap sheet longer then your rap book
Hustlers got their chain snatched and they got their crack took
[Chorus: singing]
There's a war in the streets tonight
And nobody's really feelin' alright
I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic
I know now...
So I know we'll be alright
[Nas:]
Yeah, Nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes
For the first time, praise God, baby mom's cryin'
Planned to be a strong black family
But we both were too young, too strung, too much flashin'
New come, I caught verbal assassin runnin' with
Nothin' but the worst type, worst fight
But we brought my baby home the first night
Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib
Ragin' in my new car bought from entertainment
Champaign and gainin' clout fast, whiplash
Did this bitch just pass in the club pugged up, stupid ass
Grabbed her by the pony tail, "never disrespect me"
I'm a street vet, regret the sex, but not Desi
Moved back to your grandma, I'm single, the land's mine
She keeps the Benz, I'm all in the streets again
Squeezin' the pen, released again, chart toppers,
Hard-bottoms blessed the feet, now less baby mom's problems
New woman, she's great, this a different world,
Checkin' out my wife's chemistry with my little girl
It's so amazin' playin', life is so crazy
I've grown up the thankful for lessons God gave me
[Chorus: singing]
There's a war in the streets tonight
And nobody's really feelin' alright
I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic
I know now that I'm feelin' right if it goes down
'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown
And I know it's not my time to go now
'Cause God's got my back in this showdown
when you feel like your life is getting started stagnated
you know it's time for a change, said
i've been here for too long
i gotta find my way out now, lord tell me what's going on
i've been here for too long
time is ..remind of myself, there's no right way to do wrong,
i've been waiting for too long, i'ma make it right soon, i could do it,
i just gotta be strong, i've been here for too long,
‘cause i've been here for too long.
come on,
now and never, can't stay in the same situation forever
god give it together
my cousin.the other..
people use to speculate was it because of and just probably gone
he used to .. bite his nailsi used to tell them nigga sos fight to death
pinch in their heart, i never thought would listen to the
when i would tell em i could be in adittion to the ..
to my surprise this nigga want to get a job
now i'll be here benefit to
and i applaud and whatever could climb out the hood..i could climb out for good
the hood is where the haters .. just to bring some paper ..turn around make track
i got a key i ...you could say what you want.
chorus:
i've been here for too long i gotta find my way out now,
lord tell me what's going on, i've been here for too long
time is ..remind of myself, there's no right way to do wrong,
i've been waiting for too long, i'ma make it right soon, i could do it,
i just gotta be strong, i've been here for too long,
‘cause i've been here for too long.
too black and too strong, never been here for too long,
never did it right ‘cause all i knew was how do wrong,
my people tellin' me to cut it out like a new man instead like a new born,
sometimes wanna .. is difficult to .. is different is sitting ..stop..time to get move on
tryin to find do what a long ‘cause the truth is too down like
like the .. you wanna change for ..
[chorus:]
i know that ..who says she got his customers smoke measure in ..
i barely remember i used ..and explain how a ..cocaine..head
you hear the beat.. that's the same one night she woke up but ..in the crack out
not upon a face..tryin doing wrong..said is just ..it might seem like the
last night ..thirteen i've been here for too long,
Featuring: BlackThought
when you feel like your life is getting started stagnated
you know it?s time for a change, said
i?ve been here for too long
i gotta find my way out now, lord tell me what?s going on
i?ve been here for too long
time is ..remind of myself, there?s no right way to do wrong,
i?ve been waiting for too long, i?ma make it right soon, i could do it,
i just gotta be strong, i?ve been here for too long,
?cause i?ve been here for too long.
come on,
now and never, can?t stay in the same situation forever
god give it together
my cousin?.the other..
people use to speculate was it because of ? and just probably gone
he used to .. bite his nails?i used to tell them nigga sos fight to death
pinch in their heart, i never thought would listen to the ?
when i would tell em i could be in adittion to the ..
to my surprise this nigga want to get a job
now i?ll be here ?benefit to ?
and i applaud and whatever could climb out the hood..i could climb out for good
the hood is where the haters .. just to bring some paper ..turn around make track
i got a key i ?you could say what you want.
[Chorus:]
i?ve been here for too long i gotta find my way out now,
lord tell me what?s going on, i?ve been here for too long
time is ..remind of myself, there?s no right way to do wrong,
i?ve been waiting for too long, i?ma make it right soon, i could do it,
i just gotta be strong, i?ve been here for too long,
?cause i?ve been here for too long.
?too black and too strong, never been here for too long,
never did it right ?cause all i knew was how do wrong,
my people tellin? me to cut it out like a new man instead like a new born,
sometimes wanna .. is difficult to .. is different ? is sitting ..stop..time to get move on
?tryin to find ? do what a long ?cause the truth is too down like ?
like the .. you wanna change for ..
[Chorus:]
i know that ..who says she got his customers smoke ?measure in ..
i barely remember ?i used ..and explain how a ..cocaine..head
you hear the beat.. that?s the same ?one night she woke up but ..in the crack out
?not upon a face..tryin ? doing wrong..said is just ..it might seem like the ?
last night ..thirteen ?i?ve been here for too long,
Little white
He had a fight
The only thing
The mike is black
The kid was white
And even though the kid was...
They say... to right girls
He's on that...
Little shorty...
We're pumping pills
The... was trying to get the I'll
Modeling
She tried to suck a... dick
She swallowed... still
But nobody knows her
Her name is
My nigger can't get...
He's getting...
He started getting crazy
The... was dumb
The haters came and blew my son
I hear them come
And now he is a goner
He's under the dirt
The little Ray
Was really gay
Was fucking niggers on the low
True what they say
He fucked this girl...
The other day
He gave her the monster
[Chorus:]
Me and you
And you and me
Together we can help the black community
Get rid of all the guns and crack
So we will be so happy together
I know a...
From... to one
Who started playing basketball
... he came back home on Easter...
To see his mom somebody smoke them
Under the dirt
I know this lady Claire
From...
I heard it was getting worse and worse
Like ever year they took away her medical care
Like nobody loved her
It's crazy man
... gangsta do
From... he was always mad as if he had fucking the...
He make a move
And now he is a lifer
They caught that...
And little...
To 44
We're talking like she liked to...
Rodeo she give it up to anybody wherever she go
Somebody's daughter
People say she a whore
But look
[Saigon:]
I wrote all them raps cause I was in jail with nothing to do
My nigga, now that I got things to do, writing raps is like last
Of my priority list
This is the difference between me and them
[Saigon:]
Check
New New Yiddy is back in full effect
We the kind that don't throw gang signs or claim sets
We one of the few left that ain't riding the west
Ain't dick sucking the south
You still will get punched in ya mouth
You ever fuck around luck buck'em down
I like the way that sound luck buck'em down
I'm bucking the fuck out of this duck nigga now
I uppercut the sucker the fucker gon touch the ground
Since two thou I came with another style
My shit was "sharp-then" just like brother Al
But I was never rocking a perm
If I was anything I try to teach the people not gonna learn
I could try to take the popular term
Rap about a bunch of bullshit that's not really not my concern
Or I could do some old dumb shit that come with a melody
Nigga I know the game what the fuck is you telling me
I love this hip hop shit nigga you smelling me
How else could a nigga get rich with two felonies
[Chorus x2: Busta Rhymes "Woo-Hah! "]
I know you really want to know who's
Comin' through leaving bloodstains and residues
Gotta pay your dues baby you know the rules
[Saigon:]
Ya'll niggas flows is dookie
I flip styles like one of them old Suzuki's and shocazuki
Burning whoever closest to me
The verbalize meat that ya'll eat
Laying back on the concrete
Rip open your chest and rhyme to ya heartbeat
Niggas can't resist to put the bond first
If I am what I eat then I guess that I'm every wack lyricist on earth
Born worse, couldn't really explain in a song verse
Ask the families of the people I put in that long hearst
O nine we flipping this into some other different shit
Real niggas come get your certificates if you interested
First off we gon build this Abandoned Nation censorship
Prison don't even mention it if you ain't experience it
This is some serious shit go head think I'm playing then
See what you saying when it's a puddle of blood you laying in
You kidding me I'm lyrically the epitome of verbal validity
Look nigga see what life did to me
Turn me colder than my older raps
Colder than polar caps
Cold as the common cold perhaps without no lookback
I used to cook crack they took that
I learn to jux cats
Where the brook at
We got this locked put that back
And new yiddy is back in full effect
Fuck around you gon get my hands wrapped around ya neck
Respect to all the kids still trapped in the jects'
I'm a rep watch how much of this cash I'm a collect
Yep!
[Saigon]
You bad?
Keep kicking that soldier shit and I'll unload a clip
Put a fucking hole in your DU-RAG
You don't wanna fight me, hype me, motherfucker and got touched
Motherfucker that's too bad
You wanted to play thug, took the trey-8 slug
And now you using a doo-doo bag
Family first and that's til the day I'm under the earth, bitch look
[Verse]
Yo, I be guzzling some henny and listening to Many Men
Smoking some bud that got me red like an Indian
When 50 say Many Men, wish death 'pond him
Feel him cause I know some kids that wish they did me in
But they couldn't get me though
And now they see me, and Al creep slow
For a G in the video
And niggaz hating our guts, cause they know
In the face where they girls probably taken our nuts
My name Saigon nigga, I get any chick that I got my eye on nigga
Stronger than corn liquor
Nah I'm not a battle rapper
You talk shit and I'm a run this razor across your adams apple
I stand 5'7 and a quarter, but boy when I reach for that thing
I'm taller than Yao Ming
Peddi P's mac goes "Bling" my mac goes "BLAT"
I hit you in your hat take that
[Chorus x2]
This gun - And you can get popped with that
So bitch run - When I cock it back
Cause you know if I cock the gat, I'm a put a few holes in your stocking cap
[verse]
Spit liver, not the kid you want to bother
Your mom's child destiny, well I'll be her survivor
I was a robber, before I heard of Big Poppa
The dirty nigga in school with tools in his locker
Can't forget the Vodka, dime bag of shocker
Couple of sharp things that'll send you to see the doctor
Who am I - S to the A to the I and
When they say I bust that iron, they ain't lyin
Niggaz who know me, know
Go ask them, say "Sai his gun blow" they say "Oh, for sure"
I can tell you mad shit that I did
And some shit that I got away with
But my lawyers advice me not to say shit
To keep shit basic, niggaz play sick we can all get ill
I'm jacking my man Jason
If I'm a thug or not I ain't got to rhyme bout
C'mon come fuuck with a nigga and find out
[Chrous x2]
This gun - And you can get popped with that
So bitch run - When I cock it back
Cause you know if I cock the gat, I'm a put a few holes in your stocking cap
You bad
Keep kicking that soldier shit and I'll unload a clip
Put a fucking hole in your DU-RAG
You don't wanna fight me, hype me, motherfucker and got touched
Motherfucker that's too bad
You wanted to play thug, and took the trey-8 slug
And now you using a doo-doo bag
[Verse 1:]
On your mark get set go
The rest flow is just S-O S-O
So am I the best I guess so
I rhyme like my ribs and my stomach touchin
Gain pounds on these clowns like a hundred somethin
Behold the prophecy peep
The mold in my philosophy deep
Contemplate crime playing for keep
Elevate and reconstruct got rhymes that erupt
From my brain and then they drain right into a cup
From which I drink then I think deeper in and it'll sink
From a dark hall in my skull and then into ink
That's a old school metaphorical phrase
I shit, shower and shave
Then it's time to get paid get out of the way
I'm like a bat out of hell how I'm hitting these hoes
You swear a nigga just got out of jail
I'm a MC slash stick up kid
Ask Bishop all the shit I did
I ain't playing with'em
[Chorus: x2]
When I spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider a spitter of flames
When I spit the room temperature change
What niggas done did to the game the shit is a shame
[Verse 2:]
We could discuss disgust plus lust and what it does to us
Not only bust cause I must I bust cause I love the rush
Plus checks that I collect to bust techs at suspects
Marksmen in the linen we don't come off as roughnecks
Sick sick sick sick sick shit
The flow is flowing fluid like liquid
Even jamaicans be saying my shit wicked
Ya'll should believe me I shoudln't even have to kicked shit
But look you still lying in your raps and
Always acting like you dying for some action
But we really know you not though
You not no vato loco you a twat bro for sho
I'm a get rich or die tryin like fifty
Even if I gotta do something that tight risky
Pass me the hen bitch I don't like wisky
My gun snap crackle and pop like rice crispy
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
I flex on your entire set rhyme in nine different dialects
Fire techs aim where your knee and your thigh connects
I contracting like isometric exercise
Let's collide last nigga that tried molecular fried
Beside I can see in your eyes you petrifried
I'm a let you slide without a lyrical hex supply
Let's decide niggas fall short like a midget on a ball court
Coming with that wack rap that store bought
[Saigon:]
I'm the same kid that tried to murder your brother
Now I'm on the motherfucking murderdog cover
Act like a non believer go head
Act like you ain't read about a nigga in the don diva
It wasn't for my rhymes neither
It was about how I cock the gat shot a cat back in nine fever
Why the source gave me rhyme of the month
When I should have got the rhyme of modern day time
Fuck these niggas
I could be richer than Phil Drummond and still bumming
And I know the difference between a bitch and a real woman
Niggas stay up 25 hours a night
Any coward could write
They bark but they bite don't devour the mic
I am the wildest in sight
Been in the pen so I can tell you how it was like
I done seen bloods faces pouring it out
Six in the morning CO's yelling all in account
Now fuck that this not what the song is about
This is about you weak rap niggas that's out
And ya'll bitches in the crowd that wouldn't give us no rivul
When my shit pop I ain't gon give you no jizzle
Nothing but fuck yous and bad criticism
Obama is the pres but I voted for "? "
I'm the meaning of lyricism
If it's somebody that feel different
Give him my digits
Tell him to hit'em
He can call me on the late night or early in the morn
And that's my word born we gon get it on
And I don't care if we don't get along
Cause ya'll niggas is cum
Ya'll niggas just ain't that strong
[Saigon:]
I'm showing off with static it ain't only just now
I don't smoke cigs but I'll give you a bust down
Creep by wherever you hang and bust rounds
You gone hear the sound of the pound now
Thou shall not fuck with nor say B.I.G. rhyme
If you ain't one of the sean's the shits corn
Moving right along my name Saigon
The future of rap faggot the next icon
If I could just keep that gun in the house
Or for five fucking minutes stop running my mouth
Shit I'll be alright niggas ain't tight
They don't write the kind of rhymes that I write
Right right I'm lyrically five mic material
Nigga you love the rizzle
And I like to give it to you
So let's make things nice and clear
I'm shitting on the whole game twice a year
[Verse 1]
I said listen, I'm a nigga on a mission
Do what I gotta to get my people in position
Help 'em envision a better living condition
Stop putting so much trust in your religion
They couldn't conquer without division
Boy you still black, I don't care if you Catholic or Christian
Police'll still fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still think so fucked up
How they got money to go war with whoever wrecked the buildings
And none forever cuz HIV infect the children
That mean the money for a life they can save
They rather use it to send a life to a grave
And that's not righteous ways
That ain't even half, my real-a-real
I could write for days, but I don't know how they might behave
You seen what they did to the 'Pac's, Martin's, and Marvin Gaye
Could you picture the Black Panther party today?
Usin' hip hop to say the same thing Marcus Garvey would say?
Imagine Malcolm X over a beat
Tryin' to rally up the troops and take control of the street
Still in the window holdin' the heat
But now we got soldiers on the corner like police patrollin' the beat
Fuck G.E.D.'s – Niggaz need DP CD's
We don't need PCP; we don't need flat screen TV's and DVD's
We need more knowledge of who we be
[Chorus]
Do we really know where the guns come from?
Do we really know where the drugs come from?
How come it only affects us and not them?
How come Jesus Christ has still not come?
Why am I wrong if I kill a nigga that punch me?
[Intro]
Yo, lets get it popping up in here yo
Yeah, there it go
Yeah, thats what I was lookin' for
Ayo, check it out son
Im'ma show these cats how we do it
[Verse 1]
Before we did raps, we did kidnaps
Murders, muggings
Cousin, what you know about thugging?
When y'all niggas be out clubbing
I be deep in discussion tryin'a convince my little cousin not to blood in
keep love for the Pen, Lucky got another buck in
Damn shame his motherfuckin' baby mother cluckin'
She be out with some coward that ain't about shit
Rumors say she put out quick for not even an outfit
Nowadays everybody riding or dying
We own this game, stop tryin'a buy in
Frontin' like you pop iron, stop lyin'
I'm a nigga so ill I punch Math and then drop Science
Saigon, the man with the 2 brains and 3 hearts
Swift enough to build with retards
Rap epitome, academically street smart
That aint even the deep part
Me and my men end every fight that we start
If I aint one of the lot of you, the stacks is unstoppable
On as long as Macks poppable, Cracks is choppable
If its logical, I'll bottle you, beat the shit outta you
Go to your Wake and beat shit outta whoever says "Bye" to you
This is what I would do, and if you was me? you'd bottle you too
'Cause you'd hate a bitch nigga like you
(Word to mother nigga, if you was me?
Nigga you'd fuckin' put 1 in your brain too nigga)
[Chorus]
If you be living for death and dont be giving an eff
Then hit a pig in the vest and say yes (yes!)
If you be puffing the cess and laying sunk in the S
Then punch a punk in the chest and say yes (yes!)
If you a gangsta, hustla, thugsta that bust slugs
Nigga that dont trust hugs, and dont fuck with the bust thugs
Hold a blunt in your right and raise your left
You blessed so you should just say yes (yes!)
[Verse 2]
Ayo they trapped me in this violent enviroment
Blocks so hot, they need to fire the cops and hire some Firemen
Thugs get forced to early retirement
If they blaze your head, you made your bed, nigga, now lie in it
Need to stop denying it, pressure? you aint applying it
1 nigga get mercked, look at you on some cryin' shit
Yeah I cry when I see my little nigga get murdered
Not 'cause he died, but 'cause the shit looked like it hurted
And I'm a nigga thats observant
I seen the bullet when it first hit, his face when it first split
And still no longer than 20 minutes later
Im on the same block, same glock, with the same pen and paper
You analyze an innovator
S to the A to the I, show niggas what men are made of
Before you see me in The Source, you'll probably see me in the paper
for poppin' a cop or dockin' shots at a women raper
[Chorus]
If you be living for death and dont be giving an eff
Then hit a pig in the vest and say yes (yes!)
If you be puffing the cess and laying sunk in the S
Then punch a punk in the chest and say yes (yes!)
If you a gangsta, hustla, thugsta that bust slugs
Nigga that dont trust hugs, and dont fuck with the bust thugs
Hold a blunt in your right and raise your left
You blessed so you should just say yes (yes!)
[Verse 3]
Ayo, you knew I'm better than you
Front, get a few embedded in you
Just 'cause I aint have nothing better to do
See what this Beretta will do?
Turn a perfectly functioning human being to a veg-et-a-ble
We wettin' you from your head to your shoe
Yo the only attention you gon' need now is medical dude
And if the shotty pops you, fuckin' coroners will body box you
Call the guy that I bought to Karate chop you
To hell with ya crew, you be spittin' that shit thats not true
My niggas have lived and died for this shit since Junior High School
Funny how rappers talk out they ass but aint about shit
So I set 'em on fire and use gas to put it out with
They cowards, talking bout they 'bout it, but we doubt it
The rhyme wont make you a thug, nor do fatigue outfits
We box, nigga we plots tempers shorter than Ewoks
Lace the Reeboks, chase you three blocks then *Gunshot noises*
Unload 33 shots biaaaaaaatch
little faggot, stupid motherfuckers in the game
yo yo, I rep for real niggas son
you know what type of niggas I rep
[Chorus]
If you be living for death and dont be giving an eff
Then hit a pig in the vest and say yes (yes!)
If you be puffing the cess and laying sunk in the S
Then punch a punk in the chest and say yes (yes!)
If you a gangsta, hustla, thugsta that bust slugs
Nigga that dont trust hugs, and dont fuck with the bust thugs
Hold a blunt in your right and raise your left
You blessed so you should just say yes (yes!)
[outro]
Word is bond son, I told y'all like 15 thousand years ago
that niggas was coming back for that shit
That real niggas was gonna re-emerge and take fake niggas off the map
[Verse 1]
First question for mothafuckers that's spittin' this "I'ma thug shit"
You claim you blew out a nigga's brain, well what color was it?
A) Reddish like the dark shade of oxygenated blood
B) Brownish like water that's mixed with dirt to make mud
C) Whitish like the man that created the virus to slay us or is it
D) Grayish like the gloomy or rainy day is
Second question strictly for players so state your biz
Tell me exactly what the definition of player is
A) Duke that rock links, flossin' the club and pop drinks
B) The jail nigga that stash the mop ringers and slop sinks
C) The rich rapper who depict the pictures of bigger sixes
D) That broke nigga fuckin' the richest nigga bitches
Movin' right along, question number three is for the females
Never generalizin' I'm into details
Other than the fat chicks that's too quick to strip and spread
What is it exactly that make a honey a chickenhead?
A) If she'll fuck her girl man on some shady shit
B) Go to clubs but'll leave her mother to baby sit
C) Swap sex for materialistic objects
D) All of the above, love, you fucked up
The fourth question's a question that's still in me
Who do y'all niggaz think that it was that killed Biggie?
A) Southside Crips cuz Puffy owed 'em a grip
B) Some crazy 'Pac fan that flipped and unloaded a clip
C) Missiles from pistols from government officials
D) The same cat that came back and then sang "I Miss You"
[Chorus x2]
You never was a killa; you never bust a gun
You never held the spot down; was never on the run
You never lived my life; you deadin' it wrong
Cuz you never did none of the shit that you said in your song
[Verse 2]
With the strength of a hundred baboons
I'll beat your eyes black as a fuckin' raccoon
Leave you covered with stab wounds
Dead in a public bathroom
You like to tighten your face and cuss when you spit
Know what I noticed? That tough shit is just when you spit
I couldn't picture you bustin' a clip
I could see you suckin' a dick or prolly getting' fucked with a stick
Drama with me, son, your baby momma will be
Found in the woods, hangin' by her thong from a tree
You spit my life and want an award
But you can't get my stripes cuz you the type to run in a war
Slung jums in front of the store; done it before
Held guns, I'm talkin' at least a hundred or more
Should put a gun to your jaw, to one of your whores
Fuck under the covers; we all lovers under the floor
[Chorus]
35 a gram is too much for me
They got it for 29 up the street
So please, papi, work with me
Cuz see 35 g's for a key is too much for me
35 a gram is too much for me
They got it for 29 up the street
So please, papi, work with me
Cuz see I don't wanna hurt you papi
[Verse 1]
No I don't usually rap about crack and all that
I ain't doing the Devil's job, nah, fuck that
And I don't usually just rap to jaw jack
But I'ma take you back, way back, before rap
Before I had to fight with a kid got clapped
Before all of my fist fights and nap nap
I grind full time son, VA was the jump off
In somebody's city with mad coke to dump off
Nah, we ain't come to act wild
We came to introduce you and your hood to this crack vial
Make a couple of big niggaz turn fragile
Get some money, shoot a few niggaz and then be out
1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, hit it
We wanted it so we had to get out and go get it
So every month I was uptown
Tryin' to get papi's high ass coke price to come the fuck down
[Chrous]
[Verse 2]
I was livin' like a moron, the old E days
The game is a oxymoron; we sold free base
My partner was two face; he smiled when we was face to face
Soon as I turn my back he made the screw face
I know he want my spot
He know he got to kill me to get it
I don't care if I'm found guilty or acquitted
Niggaz gon' feel me on some shiddit
Cuz they know I'm a nigga that did it
Not just a nigga that spit it
Send you to the bottomless pizzit
Then go to jail and get hed on a conjugal visit
Yo, come here exquisite, um nah forget it
I'ma stick to the script so niggaz can get with it
Martinsville, Virginia, Richmond, sittin' in the kitchen
Crackhead cookin' up the batch then
Not matchin', same draws with shit stains
Sellin' the same shit somebody sold to Rick James
Let a Nigga Know
You wanna go to war bop
You wanna hear the 44 pop
You wanna see the gun that will make more than just your jaw drop
You wanna mess with the best,
but do you want to save your mama some stress
Nigga if you really want to test
I'll come and chop you in half
My click is cucku for cocoa they'll pop you and laugh
Wanna do gun play, Monday through Sunday
All 52 weeks of the year
Am I speaking clear?
You feel my flow
Even though I'm so political
Ain't another MC as gangsta as me
Shit I should be signed to Death Row
Uh-oh there go Saiyo
AK nine six at yo 5-0
Mind blow to your spinal
You're only a thug on vinyl
You soft, I know
And yo so is your rhyme flow
I'm the only rapper to ever shoot up the club
Me and my man Sean Paul
I pop up in a hot car
You hop up in the cop car
Then start telling the cops who's selling the rocks
and who the niggas on the block are
(Chorus)
I put's it down
I know they like the way my shit sounds
Banging from the hood out to the hick towns
Everything I spit is hit bound
They on my shit now
Gotta get that money like Krazie, Lazie and Bizzy bone
Trying to take my from me
What kind of crazy shit is you on?
Let a kid act funny I'll lace him like when my kicks is on
We in the zone
We don't go to war with no sticks and stones
Wanna play Gin Rummy then shuffle the cards and deal 'em out
But if you get picked up then we trust that you not going to sqeal us out
I'm in the cut with a chick with a bigga but than Trina
And a better face than Jigga's slut
Nigga I'm Saigon you understand that?
I'm draped in firearms, you wanna wear that?
If you was now you not
You done f**ked with the wrong one now you shot
I'll even give it to a cop mother f**ker
You the chump I'm not mother f**ker
(Verse 1)
Nukka Saigon where'd you get that FLOW
You better get in there and get that DOUGH
All over the world, god, it's kids that KNOW
You remember in South click we did that SHOW
Only had one mic but ripped that THOUGH
Only had one fight and flipped that MUG
Lucky for him we didn't get that TOUGH
'cause word to my moms I woulda shit bagged BRO
SAAAMN
Let 'em KNOW
Nukka Saigon where'd you get that FLOW
You ill when you rhyme simple as tic tac TOE
You know why I'm rhymin' as simple as tic tac TOE?
'cause niggaz is dumb and that's the shit that BLOW
SAAAMN
Let'm KNOW
Nukka Saigon where'd you get that FLOW
Half on the quart, yeah nigga that's WHOA
It's always them same niggaz that sniff that SNOW
Get away with the yay but get that DRO
I wanna get high, nigga, forget that HOE
You can keep that dutch but let that zig zag GO
Told niggaz I was comin'
Saigon
Patna'
I'm the one y'all need to be worred about
Patna'
I'm that dude
Y'all gon' see
Let's get back to business
(Verse 2)
My team will come through; pop you in the head
Them sixteens shot you now you up and dead
You act like you can't get hit with hot lead
I pop you in your cornrows; pop 'em in the dreads
Even niggaz with waves could get some of this
SAAAMN
Come again; got niggaz in the State Pen; niggaz in the bing
Got niggaz only hatin' 'cause I'm getting' ripped
Now I got to chase them with the infrared
SAAAMN
Come again; somebody gonna leave this party dead
Some boy gon' get shot and knocked in the head
I hit him with the head shot that rocked him to bed
Sprayed down, popped him, shot him then I fled
SAAAMN
Come again