[Saigon:]
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I wrote all them raps cause I was in jail with nothing to do
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My nigga, now that I got things to do, writing raps is like last
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Of my priority list
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This is the difference between me and them
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[Saigon:]
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Check
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New New Yiddy is back in full effect
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We the kind that don't throw gang signs or claim sets
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We one of the few left that ain't riding the west
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Ain't dick sucking the south
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You still will get punched in ya mouth
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You ever fuck around luck buck'em down
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I like the way that sound luck buck'em down
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I'm bucking the fuck out of this duck nigga now
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I uppercut the sucker the fucker gon touch the ground
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Since two thou I came with another style
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My shit was "sharp-then" just like brother Al
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But I was never rocking a perm
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If I was anything I try to teach the people not gonna learn
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I could try to take the popular term
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Rap about a bunch of bullshit that's not really not my concern
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Or I could do some old dumb shit that come with a melody
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Nigga I know the game what the fuck is you telling me
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I love this hip hop shit nigga you smelling me
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How else could a nigga get rich with two felonies
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[Chorus x2: Busta Rhymes "Woo-Hah! "]
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I know you really want to know who's
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Comin' through leaving bloodstains and residues
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Gotta pay your dues baby you know the rules
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[Saigon:]
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Ya'll niggas flows is dookie
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I flip styles like one of them old Suzuki's and shocazuki
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Burning whoever closest to me
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The verbalize meat that ya'll eat
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Laying back on the concrete
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Rip open your chest and rhyme to ya heartbeat
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Niggas can't resist to put the bond first
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If I am what I eat then I guess that I'm every wack lyricist on earth
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Born worse, couldn't really explain in a song verse
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Ask the families of the people I put in that long hearst
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O nine we flipping this into some other different shit
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Real niggas come get your certificates if you interested
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First off we gon build this Abandoned Nation censorship
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Prison don't even mention it if you ain't experience it
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This is some serious shit go head think I'm playing then
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See what you saying when it's a puddle of blood you laying in
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You kidding me I'm lyrically the epitome of verbal validity
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Look nigga see what life did to me
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Turn me colder than my older raps
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Colder than polar caps
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Cold as the common cold perhaps without no lookback
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I used to cook crack they took that
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I learn to jux cats
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Where the brook at
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We got this locked put that back
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And new yiddy is back in full effect
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Fuck around you gon get my hands wrapped around ya neck
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Respect to all the kids still trapped in the jects'
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I'm a rep watch how much of this cash I'm a collect
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Yep!
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[Chorus x2]
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The Rules
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| Saigon |
