Adam Blackstone - And the Winner Is... lyrics

[Verse 1-Saigon:] [Fades in]... claim many lives with semi.9's - from guys, [crowd ovation] Innocent ladies, babies of any size. [crowd ovation] Nah, I knew it wasn't the truth. - Cause they ain't have nothin' for proof! They even blame you for dozens of youths in substance abuse! What kinda crap is that? Everybody know that crackers brought crack to a habitat - to attack the Latins and Blacks Never mind that fact, son; and I know it's wrong! [crowd ovation] You was there when my hopeless mom put me out in the coldest storm Even though you did introduce me to Smoke and Tron And totin' one, [crowd ovation] - you welcomed Saigon - with open arms! That's all I could focus on The reason I wrote this explosive song, - to show [scratches] even the closest born! (look!) Get torn! (get torn!) [crowd ovation] - You tricked me all alooong You had me thinkin' you was my friend; you NEVER loved Saigon! (Saigon!) [Chorus: Saigon] With friends like you, who needs enemiiees? (enemies...) Brought a n***a bad luck like the Kennedy's! (Kennedy's...) [crowd ovation] You had a n***a ASS UP in the penitentiary, [crowd ovation] With friends like YOU, who needs enemiiees? (WHO?!) [x2] [Verse 2-Bun B:] You was my homie! - My ace boon coon, my real roadie. (roadie!) Called you my right hand, the Poot to my Bodie; For sho'! - My true whodie! - We was closer than my own kin, (kin!) [crowd ovation] We saw this thang come and both of us would zone in. (in!) They knew when they saw you, - they saw your boy, too. [crowd ovation] Tighter than jail dap, - would always see your boy through. [crowd ovation] Sunup to sundown, (down!) - winnin' them fistfights I'm lettin' my gun sound, you was the main one round! (round!) We held the corner down. (down!) - We held the wall up; (fo' sho'!) I knew you'd be there so I never had to call up! [crowd ovation] Step out on the cut, sh**! - There you would be At late night or broad day and didn't care who would see We was day for day in the trap, (trap!) - and out on the grind, [crowd ovation] Up to the point where them haters (what?) - ran up from behind! [crowd ovation] Turn out the whole time, (time!) - that you was straight frontin', (frontin') Cause when they shot your boy up, - you just laid there and ain't say nothin' (nothin'!) [Chorus] [1: 22 minutes instrumental, then beat stops] [Outro 1: Female] [Crowd ovation] And the winner for best rap performance is... [Outro 2: Prison Guard] [Knocking] INMATE 9680-549, YOU ARE HERE TO REPAY YOUR DEBT TO SOCIETY... NOT TO SLEEP AROUND ALL DAY! WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS? A HOTEL?! GET UP... NOW! ON THE COUNT! EVERYBODY ELSE'S ON THE LINE WAITIN' FOR YOU! ON THE COUNT! LET'S GO, MOVE IT!