[Intro: Saigon]
Yeah. Uh huh, uh huh. Arsonist, baby. Uh, uh, Saigon. Abandoned Nation. Errybody. Keep it moving. Let ‘em know, god. What you gonna do? What? When there's like... That's crazy. Look, look
[Verse 1: Saigon]
You ain't a thug, b**h—you lack too much courage
You should just listen to motherf**ers—just throw your raps in the rubbage
If [this number's?] a full clip, I pull it
Give you and whoever had the nerve to publish that bullsh** a bullet
What, y'all forgot? ‘Member, Pac told us the prognosis?
These f*ggot-a** rappers is not soldiers—they co*k-a-roaches
I handle a Glock ferocious
Go on the roof of your projects, look over the edge, and just drop explosives
Hate them rappers like I hate the DTs
All it take is one slug or three-thousand-thirty-three BBs
Putting out these weak CDs and Eps
Unoriginal steez, riding other n***as' wee-wees
Seen Ds beat n***as to d**h with CBs
Seeming for [we's?] every Christmas Eve send MCs to get free cheese
How I'm gon' rap about eating kiwis in a sea breeze?
Back home, the air's filled with dirty disease and [?]
[Hook: Saigon and (Sample from The O'Jays' “I Swear, I Love No One but You”)]
Boom! Please, what you gonna do?
When there's like six of my sons with big shotguns in front of you?
Who will you running to? Need to ask yourself, dude (What am I gonna do?)
I said, “Boom! What you gonna do?
When there's like six of my sons with big shotguns in front of you?
Who will you run to? Need to ask yourself, dude”
(What am I gonna do? Am I gonna do? Am I gonna do? If I...)
[Interlude: Saigon]
Boom. Brrat! Let's go
[Verse 2: Saigon]
I said, “If love is pain
Then would it be unconditional love if I put a hot slug in your brain?”
If the streets is watching, why the f** ain't no police is dropping?
Why are my cousins selling the crack and my niece is copping?
All my uncles in the beast forgotten?
Y'all could live through the eyes of me, k**er, and we gon' keep it popping
Twenty-two years. I shell less than twenty-two tears
Every day, drinking like twenty-two beers
And blowing the .44. Going to war, paw
With the same n***as who moms I used to go to the store for
All over the love of what else?
What, the block? What, the dough? What, a ho with no respect for herself?
Naw, block. I can't see [?]
‘Less I'm going to visit my little me, Little E locked in D Block
And I ain't talking ‘bout Sheek and them
I'm talking ‘bout TP, big Puerto Rican Malik, and them
[Hook: Saigon and (Sample from The O'Jays' “I Swear, I Love No One but You”)]
Boom! b**h, what you gonna do?
When there's like six of my sons with big shotguns in front of you?
Who will you running to? Need to ask yourself, dude (What am I gonna do?)
I said, “Boom! What you gonna do?
When there's like six of my sons with big shotguns in front of you?
Who will you run to? Need to ask yourself, dude”
(What am I gonna do? Am I gonna do? Am I gonna do? If I...)
[Outro: DJ Kay Slay]
Yeah, DJ Kay Slay from around the away, the Drama King. Y'all know how I put this sh** down. I'm chilling with my n***a Saigon, the best of the newest muhf**ers representing on the streets. We want to send much love to all the n***as upstate, all the n***as downstate, all the n***as in the Fed penitentiary, and all the female that's doing that hardcore time ‘cause they commit crimes too. All our criminal muhf**ers. Rock to this sh** right here. Let's go