[Intro: Saigon]
(f** all that. They hit Burn last night, man. Grab the f**ing gun, man). Can't believe this sh**. (Hit this n***a back, nig). Yo, Lizzy. (Want that n***a dead, son). n***as hit ‘round here last night, man. Yo, king. (They hit Burn, man)
[Verse 1: Saigon]
Quiet storm, militant form, I stand firm
God put it in a shootout (What?) my son Burn got burned
And my spine squirm (Damn). Damn, they pushed my man facing
God, come and sentence these dudes to damnation
Contemplate the plan, pacing bad act and falled off
Love all our [?] up in the law, co*ked sawed-off
Went from cropping a crop to shop ‘til you drop
Prolly bump into Amir, ya, ‘cause that's the popular spot
‘Member, ain't a cop in the plot
If you spot him, hurry, put a shot in his top, come out and hop in the drop
Scaling through the warm floors, securing all nine of ‘em
Later, for finding ‘em, I don't see not a sign of ‘em
Plus it's getting dark and hot. n***as sparking pot in the parking lot
Say they see the shock a lot up top
Grab the milli grip, fill a clip to the tip
Aim for what you know to rip—strictly head and nothing below the hip
This nondescript n***a make a thug flip. I'mma make his blood drip
Soon as the slug hit. Aim for his nugget. Cousin
Lean over. Son, he drove a, drove a blue Nova
Loud motor. Slug, Jehovah, look below the decoder
It's him. Him and his slim. Pull out, co*k the toast at him
Don't discriminate women and, man, pop both of them
sh**
[Hook: Saigon]
And that's how we living in this hood life (Hood life)
We do it dirty out here. We do it so dirty out here
Boy, you better walk with your knife tonight
Don't get caught up slipping in this hood life
[Verse 2: Saigon]
Why the police always wanna send me back to my hell?
Be another lost soul—young, black, and in jail
Prolly rapping to the rat in my cell, saying sh** like
“Rat, them crackers ain't had to do me like that”
He said, “Pssh. You better hold it
I take them six years and you could be the rodent”
I thought “Nah, get over here”
I said, “f** you, rat.” He said, “f** you back!”
You ain't getting no more potato chips, then you flipping
I ain't scared no more. I will jump down there
And get your bucktooth fast and quit whipping if you keep tripping
Then I snapped out my daydream (My daydream)
Looking at the rat eating errything (Eating errything)
I can't see myself and stay green (Stay green)
I gotta hit the bricks, go home, and try to stay clean (Stay clean)
But the street life is s**ing me up
I ain't giving a f**. Just living it up
Keep a deuce in my pocket, keep a clip in the cut
And I put six in your gut to get rid of your bu*t
s*ut. f*ggot
[Hook: Saigon]
And that's how we living in this hood life (Hood life)
We do it dirty out here. We do it so dirty out here
Boy, you better walk with your knife tonight
Don't get caught up slipping in this hood life