Saigon - Anybody Can Get It lyrics

[Intro] "This sh** is hot. Who is it?" "No clue" "Sounds like Eminem to me" "What you know about hip hop, Drama?" "What are you crazy, bro? I'm OG" "OG? The last hip hop CD you bought was the kid who played box set" “So who is it, then?” “I never heard it before” “Yeah, me neither” “Since when does E listen to rap music?” “Saigon” [Verse 1: Saigon] Y'all can try to [bear up?] in the sagas a war survivor tell You might as well. I'm out of jail—sh** is ‘bout to get hot as hell (“Fire it! I double-dare you!”) His last word before volunteering his chest for the 30-inch slug to tear through No, I don't confuse you. I tell the whole truth unlike the news'll do Listen ‘cause sh** is sort of unusual Living Markie, man Mike living 422 and [?] Shorty that talk a lot of sh** but can't fight [He hit him and his many B with?] chilling like after smoking twenty-three nicks Guzzling vodka with Hennessey mixed Reminiscing of penitentiary tricks, enemy hits Getting chased out the Bronx, f**ing with some Trinity chicks Somehow, the conversation switched to hip hop All Mike was saying was some sh** ‘bout how we miss Pac And how all these rappers that's out now is riding his co*k And if Makaveli was here, he would have this sh** locked [Hook: Saigon] Anybody could get it—so watch what you say out your mouth ‘Cause you could catch it on the way out your house Anybody could get it—n***a, you could be hugging your bed And get hit with a slug in your head Anybody could get it—white, black, old, young The lead in this gun ain't prejudice, son Anybody could get it—so watch what you say and watch what you do ‘Cause, duke, it could happen to you too [Verse 2: Saigon] Now Markie was like, “You wiling, son. [?] n***as [?] crazier That's like comparing Penny Hardaway to McGrady or Nike Air to a Avia. Regular soldier to them ones in Saudi Arabia You got to be crazy, bruh All that sh** was cool then, but now is now That ‘save the world' sh** been went out of style” Wow. That must've made Mike mad ‘Cause he had the look on his face like he was so ready to break bad He said, “Aight. Then tell me who can f** with Saigon Nobody—and that's some sh** I'm down to bet my life on I got a cousin in the pen—daddy ain't even met [Corrode?] his label and they sent them commissary in sweats Far as real, that's as real as it gets And that's the reason he the rookie that collect more respect than the vets” But Markie said, “f** Saigon! That n***a s** too!” Mike took it there and said, “s** my dick! f** you!” [Hook: Saigon] Anybody could get it—so watch what you say out your mouth ‘Cause you could catch it on the way out your house Anybody could get it—n***a, you could be hugging your bed And get hit with a slug in your head Anybody could get it—white, black, old, young The lead in this gun ain't prejudice, son Anybody could get it—so watch what you say and watch what you do ‘Cause, duke, it could happen to you too [Verse 3: Saigon] Now they in a fighting position. Markie threw a right with precision Hit his eye—he had to fight for his vision He ran back to the crib to get a knife from the kitchen Thought about gutting this n***a like them lifers in prison Second thought, he didn't like the decision “n***a tried to play me out. ‘Bout to take away the life that he's living” Thought about the .38 near the dirty plate in the cabinet Ran through the crib heated and proceeded to grabbing it Came back out. Markie was still on the b**h Seen Mike coming towards him and he ain't even flinch Said, “n***a, if you got a weapon, then you better use it Don't get little a** hurt ‘cause you loving Saigon music” But he was prepared to. Said, “I ain't tryna hear you” Pointed the gun at him. Markie said, “Fire it. I double-dare you Double-dare you shoot me, mutha… n***a, I take your...” (*Gunshots*) Oh sh**. Hold it, n***a [Hook: Saigon] Anybody could get it—so watch what you say out your mouth ‘Cause you could catch it on the way out your house Anybody could get it—n***a, you could be hugging your bed And get hit with a slug in your head Anybody could get it—white, black, old, young The lead in this gun ain't prejudice, son Anybody could get it—so watch what you say and watch what you do ‘Cause, duke, it could happen to you too