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(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 SAAAMN |
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[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 Family first and that's til the day I'm under the earth, bitch look |
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[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] [Chorus] |
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[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] |
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[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? But it's alright for you to blow up a whole country... |
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[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 When we criminally negligent |
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