Big Daddy Kane - One Foot In The Door lyrics

[Intro] [Jay-Z interview about Saigon] [Jay-Z] This thing is… [Interviewer] Who's the next hot artist that you would say is coming out? [Jay-Z] Wow… [Interviewer] Just on the scene [Jay-Z] I don't know, man. Uh, it's a couple people that got a shot. I mean… [Interviewer] Like who? [Jay-Z] Uh T.I. has a shot—he has a real shot. Uh, Lil' Wayne has a shot. Fabolous has a shot. There's a lot of… [Interviewer] Someone we've never heard of, though? [Jay-Z] Oh, I don't know… Oh, maybe Saigon. The kid Saigon [Interviewer] Saigon? [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah… [Saigon] Yeah, Preme ("The kid Saigon") co*ks**ers thought they was gonna buy my soul, for a couple hundred thousand ("The kid Saigon") You know what'm sayin'? Illuminati for a car and a shiny chain, for a watch, a shiny watch Nah n***a, I'm Saigon (Press the reset, man) Never, I'm Saigon (Don't do it) [Verse 1 – Saigon] Y'all want me to make up a character and be it That's what I gotta for you people to have to see it Why should I have to get shot in my back to achieve it? Or be dead or paraplegic for these cats to believe it? I breathe it, I done went on the internet and been a wreck Said Rick Ross and 2 Chainz should get chin-checked But then I dropped thirty minutes of intellect That would've been neglected had I not pegged it with disrespect So no disrespect Everybody got they own set of problems—I got dirt I gotta disinfect It's f**ing absurd, swerve like I'm huggin' the curb After guzzling couple cups of the Bourb' Pimpin' in the top ten, right behind Rakim In front of Big Daddy Kane—("No, Sai")—I'm only playin' I ain't f**in with Kane. But it's a lotta n***as Y'all can name and I tear them n***as outta the frame Bang this in your old school box—this ain't the iPod days This for n***as that had high-top fades This for n***as with the eyes I grazed That rocked shell tops when they was shell tops, “Stocking Caps” for the waves I can take you to the days (What?) ‘Fore the Greatest Story was Ever Told I was letting ‘em Berettas unload Shooting up clubs, gunfire coming from both ways Couple n***as was targets, couple just caught strays Now I said selling coke pays in the Illmatic days Nowadays, they offer you coke—go that-a way Sai's an anamaly (anomaly), family You ain't got the grammar and goin' hand to hand with me is insanity You need to examine me, take a closer look at the crook That the valley and the brook cold cooked Take a look at the work that I put Two albums, some mixtapes and a book And I only got one foot [Hook – Saigon] One foot in the door, but I feel I'mma need one more Without that, I am just unsure I wanna give it my all, wanna go balls to the wall But I only got one foot in the door I got one foot in the door (x3) (*with scratches by DJ Premier*) [Bridge – Big Daddy Kane and (Saigon)] Okay, okay, I see what you doing with it baby (See that?) Yeah, you down in the sprint position and whatnot man (Ready) Waiting for someone to pa** the baton in the money marathon (Ready) That's what it is. You know you can't just run with it, you got to come with it (Coming with it) So um, I'll be up there waiting for you at the finish line. Let's go [Verse 2 – Big Daddy Kane] You know it's something ‘bout that name Big As in me, Small's a pun—we all can gun Remorse is none ‘cause we bosses, son And that's the type of sh** that you don't see often, son Now line 'em up so I can body all sets I need to rhyme in front of volleyball nets So y'all can catch that sh** that it went over your head Yo, what he said can [?] over—you're dead I'm so eager ta just hold heat ta ya Y'all get tough in front of social media I ain't a Twitter thug, n***a—I'm a split-a mug n***a When y'all set the bar, I'mma get above n***a Too much sh** here be genetically made And MC's don't give a f** like, “Forget it, we paid” (These n***as is) Frontin' until they just pathetically fade And that's a new wack rapper in the bed that he laid [Outro – Saigon] These n***as dead, Kane. I swear to God they dead. Swear to God, it's The Yardfather, man. I ain't holding back no more on these muhf**ers man. Shoutout to legendary BDK, n***a—Brooklyn's own. Motherf**er, Big Daddy Kane. DJ Premier. I got one foot in the door. Preme, take us out of here the right way, baby. Hip-Hop, n***a [Scratches + Samples - DJ Premier]