[Intro: Saigon]
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Okay Shu', what's up? (Sup?)
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What's up? Yeah yeah
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Your boy Saigon, I'm in here
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Yeah yeah! Y'all ready?
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Uh, c'mon
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[Chorus: Saigon]
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Y'all niggaz want it? Y'all niggaz get it
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Hospital bed, nigga get admitted
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My niggaz got it, y'all niggaz want it
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Put a knife in your shirt, it hurt don't it?
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Now if this the hottest beat of the year say yeah yeah (yeah yeah!)
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Ready to start whylin in here, say yeah yeah (yeah yeah!)
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Rockin with Saigon this year, say yeah yeah (yeah yeah!)
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Yeah yeah! (Yeah yeah!) Yeah yeah! (Yeah yeah!)
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[Saigon]
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Why y'all wanna make me get back on my bull job?
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Even though I hang with the Gang of those Good Guys
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We don't fear no man, play like you Conan
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I'ma have your whole fam sayin they goodbyes
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I might be the wrong one to try to intimidate
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If some shootin is goin on, I'ma participate
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If some lootin is goin on, I'ma participate
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Cause I'm tired of seein the designs on the dinner plate
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Need some food on it, lasagna, and a steak
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So I'ma move on it, piranhas infiltrate
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You feel like a Navy SEAL, the real shady deal
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We the ones crazy real, that ain't just the way we feel
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These are facts, you can even act
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Or you could check my hood credit scores, Equifax
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Yah - this is what I suggest
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If you the truth nigga take a lie detector test, yes
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[background talking] Knahmean?
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These niggaz'll fail a lie detector test (haha, all them niggaz)
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Fraudulent ass motherfuckers (do it again)
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Get 'em!
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[Chorus - change "y'all" to "you"]
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[Saigon]
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Uh, I'm insightful, like I read ten Bibles
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My wheel turn faster than a fuckin spin cycle
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I ain't seen an encyclopedia since high school
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That's around the time I start fuckin with thin rifles
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Talkin in your soft comm'[?]
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Bustin, discussin just like a pork rind
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You was a muh'fucker that fought crime
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Now they gave you a microphone and some talk time
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You turned into a porcupine, you ain't never walked the line
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Never walked a yard, you just talkin hard
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You go to Hell, you send 'em rhymes and swore to God
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You a fraud, and a fraud in the presence of the Lord
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to my dawgs is startin to look like a smorgasbord
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I don't idolize, I'm cooler than (Charles in Charge)
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Smooth as Ahmad Rasheed, your music is yadda-yah
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A lot of blah, and bangin drums on a hard guitar
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Your content is nonsense, gar-bage (garbage)
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Haha, ay, you know how many of these niggaz
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don't be talkin about shit on they records? (none of 'em)
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The beat be savin it
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Fuck it, let's do it one more time
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[Chorus - change "y'all" to "you"]
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Yeah Yeah
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| Saigon |
