• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Oh Yeah (our Babies) - Saigon
• Nobody Cares - Saigon
• Friends - Saigon
• Yeah Yeah - Saigon
• On My Way - Saigon
• Brownsville Girl - Saigon
• Huh Mama - Saigon
• Desperado - Saigon
• Dj Absolut Freestyle - Saigon
• Drugs - Saigon
• Enemies - Saigon
• Blown Away - Saigon
• Bbb (real Niggas Never Die) - Saigon
• Down The Road - Saigon
• If... (my Mommy) - Saigon
• It's Cold - Saigon
• I Am 4 Real - Saigon
• I Want It All - Saigon
• The Greatest Story Never Told - Saigon
• Strength - Saigon
• Get Busy - Saigon
• G Optified (tommy Tee's Theme Sampler) - Saigon
• Clap - Saigon
• Kinky - Saigon
• Better Way - Saigon
• Bring Me Down - Saigon
• Come On Baby - Saigon
• Another Man Down (ft. Lil Fame) - Saigon
• Believe it - Saigon
• Plant The Seed (what U Paid For) - Saigon
• Lames - Saigon
• Lose Her - Saigon
• You Make Me Sick - Saigon
• Women Are The New Dogs - Saigon
• What The Lovers Do - Saigon
• Goodbye - Saigon
• War Remix - Saigon
• Too Long (ft. Black Thought) - Saigon
• Too Long - Saigon
• Together (dear Black America) - Saigon
• The Rules - Saigon
• Stocking Cap - Saigon
• Spit - Saigon
• So Cruel - Saigon
• Shok Tv - Saigon
• Say Yes - Saigon
• Pop Quiz (multiple Choice) - Saigon
• Papi (35 A Gram) - Saigon
• Let A Nigga Know - Saigon
• Come Again - Saigon

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