[Hook:]
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Boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head
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(Say boom bye bye, boom bye bye) [x4]
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(Real niggas never die)
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[Gunshots]
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[Verse 1:]
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I say boom bye bye to a batty boy
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When it comes to the charges, I'm a naughty boy
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Put the feet to your head like karate boy
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Turn around, beat the feds like the Gotti boy
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The ramifications of fronting is a gut shot
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A buck-fifty and universal and whatnot
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They said hiphop was getting too hardcore
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The metrosexual movement came, the oddball
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All of a sudden the men are so fashion-forward
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But clothes never made the man, you bastards know it
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I'd rather hear a nigga lying and firing Glocks
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Than have to hear a nigga rhyme about designer socks
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(Boom bye bye in a batty bwoy head)
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Bitch, do it for Buju Banton
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Do it so Babylon can give that brother a bond, mon
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Ain't nobody fucking with Sai
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Think so? Find a sick dick, suck it and die
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2:]
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Dem boys don't have no gun, dem boys don't have so license
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They call me Sai-giddy, some people say that I'm the nicest
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When it comes to getting busy on these mic devices
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I ain't a problem, I'm a crisis
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I'm getting all the ladies, spoiled as a baby
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I'll never ever let a batty bwoy investigate me
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I'd rather death convey me. No, I mean yes, it's crazy
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These young niggas ain't seemin' to get the message lately
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We need warriors, that's true story, bruh
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We got a couple but we need a few more of ya
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Cause not by any means should out of twenty teens
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Eighteen of them niggas be wearing skinny jeans (nah, man)
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We do it for Bob Marley, for Marcus Garvey
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Probably all of the rastafari
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Ain't nobody fucking with me
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Who, Saigon? Yeah, that nigga. Go touch him and see. [gunshot]
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[Hook]
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BBB (Real Niggas Never Die)
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| Saigon |
