Shuko - Contraband 3 (A, B, C, D) lyrics

[Intro] Press reset, muhf**a. Renegade Renaissance. And another one. Do it my way. The Yardfather returns. You already know. Back better than ever [Verse 1 – Saigon] I got a couple of deep questions for n***as that need lessons The truth I deliver—you should consider these blessings If you ain't heard Contraband 1 or part 2 You should Google those too so you can know how I do First question for n***as that dwell north What do y'all think the reason is New York fell off? A) This new batch of n***as sounding like switch siders B) New York DJ's for being dick riders C) Fake thugs and sh** pretend to be bloods and crips D) All of the above, ya bish (ya b**h) Second question, I think I'll take some suggestions What do we do about this rapper wearing a dress trend? A) Show ‘em how getting punched in the f**in eye feel? B) Just wait ‘cause soon they'll be wearing high heels C) Line ‘em up but just provide em with a slaughter D) Or just admit this sh** is Sodom and Gomorrah The third question a question I take seriously I know you listening, but I don't think that you hearing me I ain't ‘gon front, sh** kinda put some fear in me Why people say all these tragedies a conspiracy? A) ‘Cause they really using HAARP to control the weather B) If a building's hit at the top, it would hold together C) They been saying the world'll end since 2010 D) We remember the sh** they did to the Indians The fourth question a question that's controversial Why do these square rap groups wanna be crime circles? All of the fake drug dealing, all of the fake murders Which of these n***as set black people back the furthest A) Trinidad James and All Gold Everything B) Rick Ross, the officer that'll gang bang C) 2 Chainz for really being a kid that has brains, or D) The white man that's running the game [Hook x2] You never was a k**er, you never bust a gun You never held a spot down, was never on the run You never was a OG. No, it is not right For you to say you was, then live in the spotlight [Verse 2] I'll strike the mag, smack the f*g that said I jacked his swag Then smother the motherf**er with a Glad plastic bag I'm a maniac, like I get around violence and chain react Doctors still asking me,”What the f** you so angry at?” I don't even know, but they say one out of every three Black boys in the ghetto love metal and gun powder Something about the bang, I like it a little louder I'm just telling the truth—it ain't even something I'm proud of You know you f**ed, jury come back in less than an hour How you deliberate a n***a fate in less than an hour? Money is power, then power is nothing A verse from me is equal to like a hour discussion Malcolm X was just 2Pac without the percussion Who'd of thought it would amounted to nothing? ‘Til I came