[Hook:] Boom bye bye inna batty bwoy head (Say boom bye bye, boom bye bye) [x4] (Real n***as never die) [Gunshots] [Verse 1:] I say boom bye bye to a batty boy When it comes to the charges, I'm a naughty boy Put the feet to your head like karate boy Turn around, beat the feds like the Gotti boy The ramifications of fronting is a gut shot A buck-fifty and universal and whatnot They said hiphop was getting too hardcore The metros**ual movement came, the oddball All of a sudden the men are so fashion-forward But clothes never made the man, you ba*tards know it I'd rather hear a n***a lying and firing Glocks Than have to hear a n***a rhyme about designer socks (Boom bye bye in a batty bwoy head) b**h, do it for Buju Banton Do it so Babylon can give that brother a bond, mon Ain't nobody f**ing with Sai Think so? Find a sick dick, s** it and die [Hook] [Verse 2:] Dem boys don't have no gun, dem boys don't have so license They call me Sai-giddy, some people say that I'm the nicest When it comes to getting busy on these mic devices I ain't a problem, I'm a crisis I'm getting all the ladies, spoiled as a baby I'll never ever let a batty bwoy investigate me I'd rather d**h convey me. No, I mean yes, it's crazy These young n***as ain't seemin' to get the message lately We need warriors, that's true story, bruh We got a couple but we need a few more of ya Cause not by any means should out of twenty teens Eighteen of them n***as be wearing skinny jeans (nah, man) We do it for Bob Marley, for Marcus Garvey Probably all of the rastafari Ain't nobody f**ing with me Who, Saigon? Yeah, that n***a. Go touch him and see. [gunshot] [Hook]