SAIGON – Yeah Yeah – Yeah Yeah

Okay Shu’, what’s up? (Sup?)
What’s up? Yeah yeah
Your boy Saigon, I’m in here
Yeah yeah! Y’all ready?
Uh, c’mon

[Chorus: Saigon]
Y’all niggaz want it? Y’all niggaz get it
Hospital bed, nigga get admitted
My niggaz got it, y’all niggaz want it
Put a knife in your shirt, it hurt don’t it?
Now if this the hottest beat of the year say yeah yeah (yeah yeah!)
Ready to start whylin in here, say yeah yeah (yeah yeah!)
Rockin with Saigon this year, say yeah yeah (yeah yeah!)
Yeah yeah! (Yeah yeah!) Yeah yeah! (Yeah yeah!)

[Saigon]
Why y’all wanna make me get back on my bull job?
Even though I hang with the Gang of those Good Guys
We don’t fear no man, play like you Conan
I’ma have your whole fam sayin they goodbyes
I might be the wrong one to try to intimidate
If some shootin is goin on, I’ma participate
If some lootin is goin on, I’ma participate
Cause I’m tired of seein the designs on the dinner plate
Need some food on it, lasagna, and a steak
So I’ma move on it, piranhas infiltrate
You feel like a Navy SEAL, the real shady deal
We the ones crazy real, that ain’t just the way we feel
These are facts, you can even act
Or you could check my hood credit scores, Equifax
Yah – this is what I suggest
If you the truth nigga take a lie detector test, yes

[background talking] Knahmean?
These niggaz’ll fail a lie detector test (haha, all them niggaz)
Fraudulent ass motherfuckers (do it again)
Get ‘em!

[Chorus - change "y'all" to "you"]

[Saigon]
Uh, I’m insightful, like I read ten Bibles
My wheel turn faster than a fuckin spin cycle
I ain’t seen an encyclopedia since high school
That’s around the time I start fuckin with thin rifles
Talkin in your soft comm’ [?]
Bustin, discussin just like a pork rind
You was a muh’fucker that fought crime
Now they gave you a microphone and some talk time
You turned into a porcupine, you ain’t never walked the line
Never walked a yard, you just talkin hard
You go to Hell, you send ‘em rhymes and swore to God
You a fraud, and a fraud in the presence of the Lord
to my dawgs is startin to look like a smörgåsbord
I don’t idolize, I’m cooler than (Charles in Charge)
Smooth as Ahmad Rasheed, your music is yadda-yah
A lot of blah, and bangin drums on a hard guitar
Your content is nonsense, gar-bage (garbage)

Haha, ay, you know how many of these niggaz
don’t be talkin about shit on they records? (none of ‘em)
The beat be savin it
Fuck it, let’s do it one more time

[Chorus - change "y'all" to "you"]

SAIGON feat. Jovan Dais – Women Are The New Dogs

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 ain’t’ the only one breaking the all
It don’t seem right but that’s how we made them
Women are the new players
Don’t’ 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 ain’t’ 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 ain’t’ 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 ain’t’ 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 that’s your thing my any means do ya’ll
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 ain’t shit but hoes and tricks
Cause we ain’t 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 with em and that fucked up they heads

[Hook]

SAIGON feat. Andreena Mill – When Will U Love Me

Uh, I wonder
Will they ever love me? (uh-huh)
Will they ever?
Will they ever care? (uh-huh)
When? When? (uh, uh)

[Saigon]
Maybe after I’m dead and gone they’ll get along
Then they’ll look back and see things that I said in my song
Hope I did enough right that it deaded my wrong
If I was to die tonight, I don’t know where I’m goin
Heaven or Hell, I don’t think the reverend could tell
He see I’m addicted but what started as medicine failed
and left me to deal with a chemical dependency
He act like he God with his subliminal supremacy
Talkin like if I don’t get straight, then he could seal my fate
Wait – you could seal a fate but you can’t rehabilitate?
So now on Sundays I be right here on my perch
I sit across the street and just stare at the church and it hurt
I figure maybe they’ll love me in my afterlife
In retrospect they might recognize what I sacrificed
For now a nigga here with his head hangin
Askin life and hip-hop the same dang question

[Chorus: Andreena Mill]
When will you love me?
Today, tomorrow, right now
When will you love me?
Ohhh fall for me somehow!
When will you love me?
So pardon my curiosity
When will you love me?

[Saigon]
When when uh, uh, uh
I know a young man who’s becomin a gun man
Raised by a single mother who main concern was a suntan
And goin on vacation whenever the invitation was presented
Listen, you’ll comprehend this in a minute
See as a minor he had a dream of bein athletic
She said she would sign him up for sports but she ass-betted
So he got into books, but even that was overlooked
Yet all he wanted was love from the one woman that’s s’posed to put
him above everything
She was too busy with niggaz had fakin with wedding ring
Somethin she had never dreamed ’bout to transpire
The street took control of his soul, now her only son’s a ghetto vampire
He out late stealin and dealin front of the corner store
Wasn’t long before the boys up the way had wanted a war
Caught him, put the gun to his jaw
Then the last thing you seen before the flash was his mom
His last thought

[Chorus]

[Saigon]
Uhh, uh-huh, check
Sometimes all it takes is love
for us to rise up above, survive just because
You’ll be surprised what you’re deprived of
When you deprive others of love, demise is a must
The heart can’t breathe, the soul can’t carry on
It’s hard to succeed, the roles keep addin on
If you love somebody you should show ‘em while they still here
Tomorrow they could be dead or askin you from a wheelchair

[Chorus]

[Outro: Saigon]
Uhh, Rich Kidd, thank you
The beautiful Andreena Mill
Saigon, truest, the truest
Good Guy, Gang
Greatest, Story, Never, Ever, Told

SAIGON feat. Marsha Ambrosius – The Game Changer

[Marsha hums and scats for the first 17 seconds]

[Intro: Marsha Ambrosius]
I will change the game, one day
Change the game… one day

[Saigon]
I got signed to Atlantic Records, 2004
They predicted I’d do a million right out of the door
They said all I had to do was just follow the for-mula
“You does and you gon’ be popular boy”
See what they failed to realize is I rhyme for the cause
They got the same mindframe as [?]
Told me they needed a single, who should they call?
I said “Y’all should put me in the stu’ with Trey Songz”
Now all along they thinkin we do a song how we bang the girls
I said “Nah lil’ nigga, we ’bout to change the world”
And when I turned it in expectin a grin
They gave a nigga this look like “Never again”
And I looked back at them like “Never again”
I love all of you motherfuckers but, just as some friends
I can’t do music if it ain’t got a message within
I guess y’all could leave that up to the rest of them then
I’m changin the game

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius (Saigon)]
I daydream ’bout money and fame (so silly)
I will change the game, one day
It’s just a silly game
When everybody knows my name (oh really?)
I will change the game, one day
Change the game, change the game

[Marsha] Change the game

[Saigon]
Okay, so now I got the Bentley drop
But on the left side of my chest is a empty spot
I can’t lie, these lil’ groupies they tempt me a lot
But for me to fall victim I simply could not
Nah nah – I don’t brag about the bottles I pop
A lot of y’all are runnin around here with the models I mop
Five years ago when “Entourage” was shot to the top
Surprised she’s still skinny, shorty swallows a lot
Ha ha! And ever so often
somebody comes around and delivers great songs without flossin
Without talkin, ’bout shit that isn’t important
Like makin a fortune off of somebody snortin
But bein a force is a call to someone in coffin [?]
This is all we doin with hip-hop, we lost them
But we should be ashamed of ourselves
The only people we could blame is ourselves
Who else?

[Chorus]

[Marsha Ambrosius (Saigon)]
I didn’t dream, to be all I can be
For I am I
My imagination, I can do it all (do it all)
Do just what I want (ha ha!)

[Saigon]
I got released from Atlantic Records, 2010
I swear to God it felt like I was gettin out of the pen’
It started off real good, but how will it end?
Will I make it to the top of the tower again?
Will I be on Hot 9 or Power again?
Or will the people just assume that I’m sour within?
I told my +Story+ to 40,000 people
Now it’s time for me to get equal, the sequel

[Chorus - without Saigon's ad libs]

SAIGON – Say Yes

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
And now that time is here baby, its 2k

SAIGON – Rap Vs. Real

[Verse 1: Saigon]
Them hundred keys you said you flipped in the trap (that’s rap)
Max B fighting for that appeal (that’s real)
That little bitch that you letting dance on your lap (that’s rap)
Fact she was molested when she was little (that’s real)
Hundred thousand dollar link on your neck (that’s rap)
When niggas put that gat in your grill (that’s real)
Coming through sitting clean in a ‘Lac (that’s rap)
When the bullets hitting your windshield (that’s real)

[Hook]
There’s a very big difference between what’s rap and what’s real
When those worlds collide, that’s when rappers get killed
Trappers, they go to jail, die without leaving a will
There’s a very big difference between what’s rap and what’s real

[Verse 2]
Making money while you taking a crap (that’s rap)
Tru life fighting for that appeal (that’s real)
You in the club and your always strapped (that’s rap)
Ask Shyne how that ten years feel (that’s real)
You make it rain, you be throwing them stacks (that’s rap)
And when your daughter choose to work in that field (that’s real)
Niggas gassing you to ride with your strap (that’s rap)
You should listen to whose telling you chill (that’s real)

[Hook]
There’s a very big difference between what’s rap and what’s real
When those worlds collide, that’s when rappers get real
Niggas out here got to steal for their next meal
There’s a very big difference between what’s rap and what’s real

[Verse 3]
Every night a different chick in the sack (that’s rap)
And when the doctor got you taking them pills (that’s real)
Balling hard, but you don’t be paying your tax (that’s rap)
Uncle Sam says you owe him some mills (that’s real)
Telling niggas you grew up in a shack (that’s rap)
But really you lived on a house on the hills (that’s real)
Said black music is setting us back (that’s rap)
But Hip-Hop is uplifting us still (that’s real)

[Hook]
There’s a very big difference between what’s rap and what’s real
When those worlds collide, that’s when rappers sit still
Alotta Niggas fronting they really fitting the bill
There’s a very big difference between what’s rap and what’s real

SAIGON – Plant The Seed (What U Paid For)

“Bread and Circuses”
Ha ha, welcome

[Chorus: Saigon]
I hope you got what you paid for
I hope you got what you paid for
I ain’t even gotta say more
I hope you got what you paid for
I hope you got what you paid for
I hope you got what you paid for
I know you got what you paid for
Haha

[Saigon]
E’rybody ballin, huh? E’rybody winnin
Ain’t nobody poor no more, e’rybody’s spendin
Naw, we just caught in a world that we call pretendin
where pretend-to-be niggaz been pretendin from the beginnin
The minute women are sinnin, in a minute just listen to the infants
They morals becomin so inconsistent
Lil’ boy with his wrist split, little girl thinkin strippin is a business
That’s cause her mother wasn’t against it
E’rybody gettin it, e’rybody trappin
Who the heck is listenin if e’rybody rappin?
Kinda knew this was destined to happen
Rappers no realer than wrestlin and actin and the message is lackin
But once again Saigon bringin you the realest
If I ain’t the illest then what’chu talkin ’bout Willis?
Trillin, “GSNT Chapter 2″
And just repeat after, matter fact, after you (okay)

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Saigon]
How you supposed to be the wildest and you got a stylist?
Say that you really smoke but never puffed it out the chalice?
Only (Clipse) you probably fuck with is Pusha and Malice
I told you to cut the bullshit, now you full of the cow piss
How’s this? I’m like Money Mayweather in Round 6
‘Bout to start turnin it up out this bitch
I’m (Too Legit) like Stanley Burrell
I’ma die doin what I love, I’m the rap Tammi Terrell
Told Puffy my nose stuffy, dawg I can’t even smell
Cause I’m sick from doin this shit, it’s finna land me in jail
Tell Baby I need 80 and if not then I’ma go holla at Shady
One of these muh’fuckers is gon’ pay me
I’m crazy and in the best shape of my life
State a price, make it nice, you gon’ go on vacation twice (twice)

I’m tellin you man
I’m worth every bit of that 80 million DOLLARS!

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Saigon]
Yeah yeah, check
Before my daughter, before they bottled the water
We was flippin the bricks, he mix and slide to the border
Come back with some shit ’bout the size of Rock of Gibraltar
Paper, pussy, power, pain in chronological order
Coola got locked, product was gettin shorter
We knew he’d do some time and then the cops would deport him
Fuckin feds have record him in the comfort of his own home
We would just slip up and talk business on his home phone
We was on the home-grown, he was blowin the hydro
I think it was hydro; how the fuck should I know?
I was duckin the 5-0 tryin to get the case gone
Went to Miami to see family, Haitian Ason [?]
And wasn’t tryin to stay long
Just to pick up enough yay to lay on
Least ’til I had enough to get weight long

Aiyyo I gotta find this 66 dollars man
What you gon’ do for that man?
I got you though
What’s up?

[Chorus]

[Outro: Saigon]
“Bread and Circuses”
Go in…

SAIGON feat. Frank Dapuzzo – Our Babies 2 (Crazy World)

It’s a crazy world out there
Kids are getting shot at school
People are dying
I’m just trying to make it through 7th grade!
And all these wars going on
What am I supposed to do?
In this world it’s troubles

[Saigon (Frank Dapuzzo)]
Yeah, I don’t know man
It’s gettin crazy man (it’s a crazy world)
Uh, it’s a crazy world out there man
For real (it’s a crazy world)
Crazy, hahaha, “Bread and Circuses” (it’s a crazy world)
Google it (this life we live) uh-huh (in a crazy world)
It’s so crazy, the things you see man
You turn on the television, you look outside your window
It’s a crazy world out there man, look

The other day I seen a girl actin like a boy
Then I seen a little boy actin like a girl
People try to tell me it’s just the way of the world
(It’s a crazy world) It should make you wanna ‘url
A black boy’s shot cause he was wearin a hood
Nobody riot even though that we know we should
Too afraid of dyin cause if we wasn’t we would
(It’s a crazy world) Thought that you understood?
Alcohol killed more people than oil
So-called illegal drugs put together for sure
So why is that somethin you could just go buy at the store?
(It’s a crazy world) It’s somethin I can’t call
They killed Bin Laden and everybody just smiled
If he did was alleged then yeah that maggot is foul
Question I ask you is, what happened to his trial?
(It’s a crazy world) Wow
We represent war, the first thing you hear
is in “The Star-Spangled Banner”, the first instance clear
The rocket’s red glare, bombs burst in the air
Make it harder for peaceful people to persevere
But we was raised here, this is all we know
(It’s a crazy world) So you know how it’s gon’ go
(This life we live, in a crazy world)
It’s enough to make a nigga go crazy
Go crazy, make me go crazy
Go crazy, make you go crazy
Go crazy (it’s a crazy world)
Enough to make a nigga go crazy
Go crazy, make you go crazy
Go crazy, make you go crazy
Crazy, crazy (it’s a crazy world)

My man hit his cousin in the head with a curl bar
Just so he can take the shit and put it on WorldStar
This other muh’fucker drank a whole thing of Smirnoff
(It’s a crazy world) Bit his homeboy’s ear off
White man came and told us of Joseph Kony
First we thought he was real, but now we know he’s a phony
Caught him the next week in the park beatin his meat
(It’s a crazy world) Shit just a bunch of baloney
And back to the subject at hand
I’m wonderin if this was God’s plan or just the law of the land
A lot of niggaz in college, even more in the can
Cops got the block hotter than the Folrida sand
Damn, I just had a baby girl
(It’s a crazy world) What’s gon’ happen to her?
(This life we live, in a crazy world)
It’s enough to make a nigga go crazy
Go crazy, make you go crazy
Go crazy, make you go crazy (go crazy)
Make you go crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy…

SAIGON feat. Corbett – Let Me Run

[Chorus: Corbett (Saigon)]
Don’t let me be, just another one
I always told myself, I’ll be here when it’s done
I know they don’t believe, but see we just begun
Momma I’m growin up, you gotta let me ruuuuuuuuun
(Gotta let me run, gotta let me run) Let me ruuuuuuuuun
(Gotta let me run, gotta let me run) Let me ruuuuuuuuun
(Gotta let me run, gotta let me run) Hey
Momma I’m growin up, you gotta let me run

[Saigon]
I don’t know but I gotta go, gotta go slow, but I gotta go cause I gotta grow
The flow got a nigga fall but I gotta show that I got a lot mo’ to go, I gotta blow
I won’t take no, I don’t think so, hold on strong and no I won’t let go
I’m almost there, I know I won’t take long, I look in the rear and it’s a long way home
Dd-don’t let me be, just another one
Momma I’m growin up, run that to your younger son
I’m the one when it’s all said and done, let it run to get a gun, the one that’ll blow one
The one with the cold stare, niggaz wanna go there, and oh yeah I don’t fear no one
Right now Twista-like style, quick to pipe down when usually I fight back
Now I’m lookin like wow, I came to learn and my main concern to put the mic down
Wow, album number two, how comfortable, last one was for you
This one is for you and for frontin niggaz too, comin for you, now what you gon’ do?

[Chorus]

[Saigon]
Run away with the moonlight, third eye too bright for me to lose sight
And I’m only fuckin with niggaz that move right, can’t rock with a man pants too tight
You belong in the blue light, district, this prick take hoe nigga to new height
You in the strip club you might, fear a nigga throwin bread no food fight, right
Got a style like Ike, the beat is my bitch, I’m wild for the night
Soup’s upside your head when I spit it, another DV [?] tell the Feds I did it
You on TV with a Red Sox fitted, bet I won’t go near Bed-Stuy with it
You know I’m just kiddin, Earth is our turf, I’m the person to say that first in my verse
Don’t let me be, just another one
Just a statistic when, I’m havin so much fun
I’m in the boom-boom room with a poon-poon, lips smellin like perfume, wanna resume soon
Put your money where your mouth is, bet you find your honey where my house is

[Chorus]

[Saigon]
I don’t know what I’m runnin from, I don’t know where I’m runnin to
Seems your dreams are not comin true, what the fuck are you gonna do?
Stop it now? How dumb are you? How many lumps you want, one or two?
Your future’s right there in front of you, whatever you do with it is up to you
Not for nothin but who the fuck are you? Lot of other people are fucked up too
You ain’t the only one who luck’s up boo, life a bitch but you could fuck her too
Like I said mami it’s up to you, we don’t do L’s, W’s
I’m not comfortable with #2, but it’s up to you, it’s up to YOU!

[Chorus]

SAIGON – Kinky

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
She’s super freaky!

SAIGON feat. Chamillionaire, Corbett – Keep Pushing

I’d like to thank my collaborators
You know, none of us are really singers, but we try
My collaborators, DJ Corbett, the legendary Chamillionaire
Let’s have some fun with it y’all, c’mon

[Chorus: Chamillionaire, Corbett]
Cause I’ve been up, and I’ve been down
And if it’s one thing that I’ve found
You gotta keep pushin baby
I swear it feels like we almost made it
We on the way up, yeah don’t look down
Cause we so high off the ground
But you gotta keep pushin baby
To the top, yeah we almost made it (ba-by)

[Saigon]
Uhh, I relate more to struggle than to corks and the bubbles
Your pain’s never champagne when you always in trouble
I’m at the dealership but I’m sellin these cars
It’s a result of collectin my second felony charge
Watchin fellas get large spittin bullshit bars
It’s like a mirage, niggaz only write for the broad
As far as I could recall, there was only one Todd
One teacher, one king, one God that seen all
Rookies they don’t respect the sport – like they totally forgot
Came second thought, they don’t seem to reflect no more
That’s why they comin out soundin so similar
It’s quite confusin, for you to remember the
originator, boy do I hate a fuckin perpetrator
Hate a record label slave trader
My story the recipe of a grown man
Had to go put my destiny in my own hands, bam

[Chorus]

[Saigon]
I ain’t emerge to tell ya how I splurge on the birds
I don’t give ‘em nothin but words and still hit the curve
then swerve, to another nerve, murder superb
They heard that Giddy like they heard in the word
33-and-a-third of what I spit is verbally as absurd
Number 33-and-a-third is addictive as herb, ya heard?
Come try and punk a nigga
I’ll run ya over, hit your head with the bumper sticker
It’s gon’ take a month to fix ya
I’m bein sincere when I say that you’ll be in intensive care
I don’t think you really wanna visit there
Flow water, words float like a motor boat
Been there and done it dunny, I know the ropes, quote-unquote
Front on me I’ll go for broke, smoke with me it’s toke for toke
Joke with me I’m funny as Kevin Hart makin Oprah jokes
Oops, I said “jokes” twice, but that’s aight
These motherfuckers know that I’m nice!

[Chorus]

SAIGON – It’s Cold

Uhh…
“Cold, cause it’s cold, cause it’s cold, and I’m cold”
It’s cold, it’s cold, I’m cold
“Cause it’s cold, cause it’s cold, cause it’s cold, and I’m cold”
It’s cold, it’s cold, uhh, I’m cold
“It’s so cold in the streets” ahh yessir!
“It’s so cold, anywhere that you go”
“Somebody take me to another place”
“A place where, it ain’t so cold” why?
“Cause it’s cold, cause it’s cold, and I’m cold”
It’s cold, it’s cold, I’m cold
“Cause it’s cold, cause it’s cold, cause it’s cold, and I’m cold”
It’s cold, it’s cold, uhh, check it

[Saigon:]
My momma with my grandmomma now
I wonder what they sayin when they lookin down;
Wonder if I made ‘em proud
I made it this far, I wonder if that made ‘em smile
I took something so wild and I made a mile
But now people takin my kindness for a weakness
Talkin shit about me like I ain’t one of the deepest
Like I ain’t connected to them niggaz with them sweepers
That’d be happy to introduce fools to the Grim Reaper
You think you know me cause you seen me on a website?
Well did you know I’m in some drama almost e’ry night?
I never set out to be a fuckin celebrity
So I don’t what people think give ‘em the right to mess with me
Feeling like they testin me, gettin ready to lose control
Momma would’ve said use music, it soothes the soul (I know)
I try to live my life on cruise control
But I feel the need to speed right now baby bro
Cause it’s cold

[Chorus:]
“It’s so cold in the streets”
“It’s so cold, anywhere that you go”
“Somebody take me to another place” where?
“A place where, it ain’t so cold”
“Cause it’s cold, cause it’s cold, and I’m cold”
“Cause it’s cold, cause it’s cold, cause it’s cold, and I’m cold”

[Saigon:]
Check it; my momma with my grandfather now
If heaven got a ghetto they in that part of town
I wonder if it get cold up there in the clouds
Cause down here Jack Frost ain’t fuckin around
Even in the summer time you can feel the windchill
Shots light up the night, niggaz gettin it in still
This is where we call home, shit is like a war zone
Try to dress warm, put your long john drawers on
Homey it’s cold; and you gon’ need more than some hot chocolate
Cause when it’s on somebody spittin them Glock rockets
‘Til you seen somethin that ain’t for your eye sockets
This is our hustle and no you can not knock it
{Brrrrr} Freezin out here
You would think that it was winter season I swear
Everywhere you would turn the Feds and the D’s is right there
Shit is like a freakin nightmare

[Chorus]

[Saigon - imitating GZA's "Cold World":]
They’ll be runnin on the block, bustin off shots
Shit is deep on that block and you’ve got me locked down
In this cold, cold world

[Outro:]
Remember that shit? Shit real!
It’s cold out here man
Recession, ain’t got no money, no job
Niggaz still shootin, goin to jail every day
It’s cold… it’s cold… it’s cold… and I’m cold
It’s cold (yeah nigga) Saigon, YEAH!

SAIGON feat. Tony Collins – Forever Dreamin’

Yo, I remember Xtra P told Q-Tip don’t say the year
But I’ma say the year (ohhhhh)
The year is 2012
And the reason I’ma say the year cause we lost somebody very special to me
Very special to hip-hop, Chris Lighty
We love you forever man, c’mon

[Chorus: Tony Collins]
Ohh, where I’m from it goes down every day
Ohh, but still I dream that there’s a better way
Lord, e’rybody got a problem, make a couple dollars
Gotta spend that on a bottle, yeah
Ohh, so you can drown all your troubles away
Ohh, or you can be what you’re destined to be
As long as I’m breathin
I’ma keep on livin for the dream I believe in
Forever dreamin

[Saigon]
Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Whether crack wars or rap tours, we walkin them dogs with the track jaws
Attack frauds, get tossed in the morgue when I blast off
Past forward, my criminal task force
Last cat and wish him and my path cross it’s bat-tle [?]
Talkin bad off, I mean really really bad off
Let’s just say next time you see him you gon’ take your hat off
Look America, it’s Saigon from the Abandoned
I’m probabaly one of Harriet Tubman’s great-great-great-great-grandkids
What the fuck I care about John Paul or Sir Francis?
That’s two original men as they dances around the answers
If we a micro in the macro of crackers, the Earth cancers
is willin to go against nature and suffer the circumstances
I got the intel of a nigga that studies stem cells
Shit’ll get ugly in Hell, it’s no way it can end well
Police got a nigga barred from my own hood
Sometimes I think I’m too smart for my own good

[Chorus]

[Saigon]
Uh, it’s real
I got a migraine, head throbbin, feelin pain
Present outlook on life, is that there’s nothin else to gain
The old-timers scold the gold miners, see I suppose
He tellin all he knows once the wild Irish rose
Flows form in my brain, heavy verses purgatory in vain
Three on the rock, three on parole, it’s insane
While workers is gettin greedier and greedier
Caught my partner Black in his back, now he suffer from paraplegia
Nothin gettin easier, cousin playin the game of crime
I aim the 9, emphasizin, see my frame of mind
Sniffin cocaine, I got a rhyme for every grain
Tryin to maintain, simply tryin to stay in my lane
See money comes money goes like a runny nose
But when you blow it, goin to your honeys and foes
I never thought I could be happier in bummier clothes
Well looky here yo, what do ya know?

[Chorus]

[Saigon]
I got a daughter in California I hardly see
Even 3,000 miles away she’s a part of me
For her I’ll spill every bit of blood in my arteries
I’ll kill a nigga, whether he thug or he R&B
And to Milan, I’m tryin to strengthen the bond with your moms
Even when she buggin, I keep calm
Even if I needed niggaz to write for me
They couldn’t cause they wouldn’t believe in my life story
Uh-uh

[Chorus]

[Outro: Saigon]
Beautiful music!
I’d like to say somethin real quick
I wanna say rest in peace, to one of my close friends
My former manager, Chris Lighty
Did a lot for the sport, a lot for the game; I salute you
Y’know God always takes the ones he wants close to him
You know? We love you forever
Hip-Hop love you forever
Saigon, Canei, swervin

SAIGON – Enemies

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 pin
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 boy, get torn
You tricked me all along, you had me thinking you was my friend
You never loved Saigon

[Chorus x2]
With friends like you who needs enemies
Brought a nigga bad luck like the Kennedies
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 trouble
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 Theresa’s eye out
Or had the police at my house, I wasn’t needing the 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 tricketry in this feet
Don’t flatter yourself, it don’t take a genius to spell thug
Convince a kid at the mid-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, straight 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 x2]
With friends like you who needs enemies
Brought a nigga bad luck like the Kennedies
You had a nigga ass up in the penitentiary
With friends like you who needs enemies

SAIGON – Brownsville Girl

Don I in the ghetto
We know the hour of the guns
Well we are the scars of violence
Son, turn in your gun

[Saigon]
Think my shit is too real for ‘em

A young girl’s killed by a stray bullet in Chicago
Same thing in Jamaica Queens right in front of McDonald’s
The ghetto’s on fire, the pyro’s nothin but sorrow
that’s burnin inside the souls of the future kids of tomorrow
We used to use hip-hop to teach us the way
For some reason these fuckin artists don’t reach us today
My lil’ cousin got popped, he was slippin, he wasn’t totin
Plus was sippin too much of that vodka Puffy promotin
My mother died, niggaz was sendin me ‘gnac
When it was ironic that shit was called Hennessy Black
Sippin that make a nigga wan’ pick up a Mac
And stick up a spot, when I should wanna rip up a track
Said fuck that! Get Yafeu on the chat
Say Yaf’, we gotta bring our community back
Bring the concept of havin black unity back
And come with the shit to get rid of that baffoonery rap
That’s soon to be looked at as lunacy, cartoonery crap
The sooner we maneuver that, the sooner we could react
In fact, it’s triple G’s, now who runnin with me?
And I’ma rep until the pack of wolves come and get me

Uh-huh, uh, Sai, Sai
A young girl joins a gang out in Brownsville, Brooklyn
That’s down where they got the coke pounds still cookin
The prostitutes lurkin, they still out here hookin
The booker’s still feelin niggaz that’s black and brown lookin
This lil’ girl one night, they gave her a burner right
Told her she wanna be down, she gotta earn them stripes
A adolescent that lack the lesson to learn in life
She shoots a kid in the back, pow, turn his light, out
That was the seventh shootin in less than a week
The reason I feel is what I should address to this beat
Checked it and see, it’s funerals consecutively
It’s the God and by the power invested in me
I’m tellin niggaz to chill and go easy on the gunplay
Besides, you gon’ have to learn how to fight someday
Develop a warrior’s spirit
Let your fists talk more than your lyrics and you’ll get no interference
Check, it’s real wack, that blacks only kill blacks
I know that sound off the wall but it’s real facts
I shot about eight people and they all black
I’m a dumb muh’fucker’s what I call that

SAIGON feat. Joe Budden – Bring Me Down Pt.3

Yea, y’all know what the verdict is merciless verbalist
Spitting murderous verses with no preservatives
I’m glad I could be of some service to you suckers
Cause lately I’ve been born to murder you motherfuckers
In all respect I’m like a tyrannosaurus rex
The meanest one of them all that don’t get along with the rest
But now that me and homie done put our differences to rest
Y’all bout to witness 2 of the sickest spitters in the flesh
On features I’m a hella of a guest why would you ever just settle for less
It’s food for thought pace yourself my album had to delicatess
Leader of the now school I guess I’m the LONS
Your not at my level I’m hot as the devil
And yes niggas is hella impressed “I’m impressed”
I’m like aggravating a bull only thing could bring me down is gravitational pull
How does the Saigon story end Y’all’ll find out soon as the chorus begins

[Hook:]
They say I’m a killer, I feel I’m as high as I can be
And y’all ain’t gon’ die as high as me
I can’t be no realer
Y’all ain’t gon’ bring me down
Y’all ain’t gon’ bring me down
Y’all ain’t gon’ bring me down
I can’t be no realer
Y’all ain’t gon’ bring me down
Y’all ain’t gon’ bring me down
Y’all ain’t gon’ bring me down

Wanna talk about how I gain is not measurable
I come from a place where the pain became pleasurable
Me and success is inseparable
I put it all on the table so it falling is inevitable
I won’t fold for you niggas
My rock bottom like a goal for you niggas
I gave em jewels, but it was more like coal to you niggas
So nah I ain’t the same as your man
Let’s talk when you get a link on that chain of command
You got a sideline view so what I’m doing don’t appear to be hard
You drag racing against the rear of the car
Pumping your breaks fish tailing make it difficult to hear these bars
Nigga your skin couldn’t bare these scars
Getting beside yourself, niggas thinking they the best
Digging your own grave playing Jenga with tourettes
Out-matched, out-classed there’s nathing you can teach me
In order to bring me down gotta be able to reach me

[Hook:]
They say I’m a killer, I feel I’m as high as I can be
And y’all ain’t gon’ die as high as me
I can’t be no realer
Y’all ain’t gon’ bring me down
Y’all ain’t gon’ bring me down
Y’all ain’t gon’ bring me down
I can’t be no realer
Y’all ain’t gon’ bring me down
Y’all ain’t gon’ bring me down
Y’all ain’t gon’ bring me down

(Nh, Neva!)

SAIGON feat. stic.man – Blown Away Pt. 2

Saigon, stic.man, dead prezidents
Blown away, could be any one of us

[stic.man]
I pour some water on the ground for the soldiers that’s fallen
Those who paid the ultimate price when they answer they callin
To all the martyrs that we lost as a people in common
You got blown away but you didn’t go in vain
True examples of change on the frontline of the battle
Brothers like Bunchy Carter, suit up and rolled when it mattered
Wasn’t a hidden agenda, wasn’t Maulana Karenga
He got blown away, still unknown today
John Lennon and Gandhi, both were proponents of peace
Spiritual message they taught, millions of people they reached
Suited devils amongst plotted the dark and the light
Both got blown away so bearin this Glock is my right
Is there a message encoded deep in the violent display?
Renderin people afraid, keepin the movement at bay
Go intel pro is a lie still to discourage the rise
Leaders get blown away, the media covers our eyes
Modern-day genocide, what hope is there for tomorrow?
Whether it’s vertical or the violence is horizontal
I lost too many cousins but was it the bullets that took you?
Or was it the, situations society put you?
Though I rally for peace, still I carry my piece
I keep it free of debris, I keep it oiled and greased
They say it’s freedom of speech but just watch what you say
Before your face on a shirt, like “He got blown away” (uh)

[Chorus: Saigon]
I knew a rapper that just rhymed of his dope and his grind
But heard a dead prez record that opened his mind
You know what happened the second he pressed play? (what?)
He got blown awayyyyyyy (yeah)
This other kid had never listened to S to the A (nah)
So yesterday I gave him a couple records to play (yeah)
He heard “Clap” and the shit that I did with Trey
He got blown awayyyyyyy

[Saigon]
(Go ‘head) I pour some Henny on the floor for every young boy
murdered in Baltimore, Watts to Little Rock, Arkansas
Philadelphia, DC to Chi-Town (Chi-Town)
And every other ghetto where niggaz get shot down
The drama’s pitiful, little niggaz is homicidical
We ignore the fact that all the crime is political
When somebody’s blown away, somebody’s gone away
Prison population inflatin, the shit grow e’ry day
It’s usually us, that’s occupyin the Riker’s bus
It’s more than us fightin just, this shit is a crisis cuz
350 million guns in United States
Y’all callin my music conscious, I’m callin it wide awake
The ghettos that I escape, a lot of others succumb
It’s hard when your pops a crackhead, and your mother’s a bum
And you discovered the slums is not a place you should stay
But the only way to leave there is for you to get blown away

[Chorus]

SAIGON – Blown Away

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 JFK (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
before I get blown awayyyyyyy

SAIGON feat. Lecrae & Corbett – Best Thing That I Found

[Chorus: Corbett]
Another face, in the crowd
Fall from grace, I’m comin down
You’re the best thing that I found
You’re the best thing that I found
You lost your way, I lost my crown
I’m still here, feet on the ground
You’re the best thing that I found
You’re the best thing that I found, that I found

[Saigon]
Uhh, uh
I used to get these feelings and think of these crazy things
But when you shine your light on me it’s like you gave me wings
I thought I was depressed, you showed me how much more I was blessed
I’m thankin you Lord, this I could confess
You know more than anybody all that I had to go through
I heard you when you said that’s just somethin I had to show you
For me to get to know you like I know you
And when the Reaper tried to come to get me you came to save me, I owe you
Some call you Jesus as Father, some say you the holy ghost
I know you love me cause when things get ugly you hold me close
This is why I try to live the life of just righteousness
Feelin like the opposite, somethin you wouldn’t like for us
Coulda easily got addicted and couldn’t kick it
You told me to never try it, that’s why I never did it
Heavenly Father never forget it
My life without you, I’d just rather not live it
I’m just

[Chorus]

[Lecrae]
Yeah, not ashamed of my pain, not ashamed of my struggle
I lost some battles but I’m still out here facin this trouble
Facin my trials cause they only make me stronger
Starvin in these streets will only elevate your hunger
Beat me down and laughed at me, tell me that this is foolishness
They can’t take my hope away from me, nobody’s movin it
Faith ain’t what you make it, faith is all I got to make it
Tired of you forsakin, you naked left in the vacant
Forget them naysayers and haters and stay at it
Sometimes a dream broken is a dream worth havin
Passions passed in my pastor, can’t rewind it and back up
Focus fixed on the future so tell my failures to back up
Get back up after you fall when yo’ back is up on that wall
Ain’t no backup that you control, just look back up at God and call
Uhh, sometimes the pain is the motivation of trust
And them scars are the evidence that the journey was rough
Yeah, none of it was in vain, re-adjusted the aim
Missed a couple of shots, still ain’t out of the game

[Chorus]

[Outro: Saigon]
Uhh..
And we pray and we pray and we pray and we pray
And we pray and we pray and we pray and we pray
And we pray and we pray and we pray and we pray
S to the A and my little brother Lecrae
DJ, Corbett, ha ha
We all got faith, in that man upstairs
Hallelujah, amen, thank you

SAIGON – BBB (Real Niggas Never Die)

[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]

[Hook]