Saigon [Rap]

(Clutch)

I switch whips with my homie
But zip lips
Do my dirt on my lonely
Big light, blue bottle, some Vicki she can model
And a sack of that Kush, she be on it
And a room at the most remote Ramada
No credit card info, nada
Fresh change of the boxers, slacks and shirt
Then Monday morning it's back to work
(Here I go again tryin to)

Pre-Chorus
Get one off
How do I do it
And not get caught?
Thought I'd cop a pass
With the gifts I bought
Give my girl everything
But what she want
I'ma tell my baby I'm sorry
I was all caught up in her body
So I hit that
But as soon as the week starts
I'm gonna shake my weekend jumpoff

Chorus
(Can't get enough of my)
Weekend jumpoff
(Can't get enough of my)
Weekend jumpoff
Got me on some hide and go freak
Got your boy on the creep
Got a chick, but she do it for me
(Can’t get enough of my)
Weekend jumpoff

(Got my) options on the table
Where one lacks, one's willing and able
I make em smile, make em giggle
I'm all up in the middle
But I can't do right I gotta play em
(Going)
Round and round, no stoppin me
(Faithful)
See I just can't be it
I do my dirt between them sheets
Know a nigga need to stop
But I'm in too deep
(Now here I go again tryin to)

Pre-Chorus

Chorus


The question is when she gonna ask me where do I be (where I be)
Cause when the weekend comes she don't know where to find me
Basically I give her
One (more lie)
One (more plan)
Think of one more way
To make a way to my
Weekend jumpoff

Chorus

(Clutch)

[Saigon]
You bad?
Keep kicking that soldier shit and I'll unload a clip
Put a fucking hole in your DU-RAG
You don't wanna fight me, hype me, motherfucker and got touched
Motherfucker that's too bad
You wanted to play thug, took the trey-8 slug
And now you using a doo-doo bag
Family first and that's til the day I'm under the earth, bitch look

[Verse]
Yo, I be guzzling some henny and listening to Many Men
Smoking some bud that got me red like an Indian
When 50 say Many Men, wish death 'pond him
Feel him cause I know some kids that wish they did me in
But they couldn't get me though
And now they see me, and Al creep slow
For a G in the video
And niggaz hating our guts, cause they know
In the face where they girls probably taken our nuts
My name Saigon nigga, I get any chick that I got my eye on nigga
Stronger than corn liquor
Nah I'm not a battle rapper
You talk shit and I'm a run this razor across your adams apple
I stand 5'7 and a quarter, but boy when I reach for that thing
I'm taller than Yao Ming
Peddi P's mac goes "Bling" my mac goes "BLAT"
I hit you in your hat take that

[Chorus x2]
This gun - And you can get popped with that
So bitch run - When I cock it back
Cause you know if I cock the gat, I'm a put a few holes in your stocking cap

[verse]
Spit liver, not the kid you want to bother
Your mom's child destiny, well I'll be her survivor
I was a robber, before I heard of Big Poppa
The dirty nigga in school with tools in his locker
Can't forget the Vodka, dime bag of shocker
Couple of sharp things that'll send you to see the doctor
Who am I - S to the A to the I and
When they say I bust that iron, they ain't lyin
Niggaz who know me, know
Go ask them, say "Sai his gun blow" they say "Oh, for sure"
I can tell you mad shit that I did
And some shit that I got away with
But my lawyers advice me not to say shit
To keep shit basic, niggaz play sick we can all get ill
I'm jacking my man Jason
If I'm a thug or not I ain't got to rhyme bout
C'mon come fuuck with a nigga and find out

[Chrous x2]
This gun - And you can get popped with that
So bitch run - When I cock it back
Cause you know if I cock the gat, I'm a put a few holes in your stocking cap

You bad
Keep kicking that soldier shit and I'll unload a clip
Put a fucking hole in your DU-RAG
You don't wanna fight me, hype me, motherfucker and got touched
Motherfucker that's too bad
You wanted to play thug, and took the trey-8 slug
And now you using a doo-doo bag
Family first and that's til the day I'm under the earth, bitch look

[Verse 1]
I said listen, I'm a nigga on a mission
Do what I gotta to get my people in position
Help 'em envision a better living condition
Stop putting so much trust in your religion
They couldn't conquer without division
Boy you still black, I don't care if you Catholic or Christian
Police'll still fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still think so fucked up
How they got money to go war with whoever wrecked the buildings
And none forever cuz HIV infect the children
That mean the money for a life they can save
They rather use it to send a life to a grave
And that's not righteous ways
That ain't even half, my real-a-real
I could write for days, but I don't know how they might behave
You seen what they did to the 'Pac's, Martin's, and Marvin Gaye
Could you picture the Black Panther party today?
Usin' hip hop to say the same thing Marcus Garvey would say?
Imagine Malcolm X over a beat
Tryin' to rally up the troops and take control of the street
Still in the window holdin' the heat
But now we got soldiers on the corner like police patrollin' the beat
Fuck G.E.D.'s ? Niggaz need DP CD's
We don't need PCP; we don't need flat screen TV's and DVD's
We need more knowledge of who we be

[Chorus]
Do we really know where the guns come from?
Do we really know where the drugs come from?
How come it only affects us and not them?
How come Jesus Christ has still not come?
Why am I wrong if I kill a nigga that punch me?
But it's alright for you to blow up a whole country...

[Verse 1]
First question for mothafuckers that's spittin' this "I'ma thug shit"
You claim you blew out a nigga's brain, well what color was it?
A) Reddish like the dark shade of oxygenated blood
B) Brownish like water that's mixed with dirt to make mud
C) Whitish like the man that created the virus to slay us or is it
D) Grayish like the gloomy or rainy day is
Second question strictly for players so state your biz
Tell me exactly what the definition of player is
A) Duke that rock links, flossin' the club and pop drinks
B) The jail nigga that stash the mop ringers and slop sinks
C) The rich rapper who depict the pictures of bigger sixes
D) That broke nigga fuckin' the richest nigga bitches
Movin' right along, question number three is for the females
Never generalizin' I'm into details
Other than the fat chicks that's too quick to strip and spread
What is it exactly that make a honey a chickenhead?
A) If she'll fuck her girl man on some shady shit
B) Go to clubs but'll leave her mother to baby sit
C) Swap sex for materialistic objects
D) All of the above, love, you fucked up
The fourth question's a question that's still in me
Who do y'all niggaz think that it was that killed Biggie?
A) Southside Crips cuz Puffy owed 'em a grip
B) Some crazy 'Pac fan that flipped and unloaded a clip
C) Missiles from pistols from government officials
D) The same cat that came back and then sang "I Miss You"

[Chorus x2]
You never was a killa; you never bust a gun
You never held the spot down; was never on the run
You never lived my life; you deadin' it wrong
Cuz you never did none of the shit that you said in your song

[Verse 2]
With the strength of a hundred baboons
I'll beat your eyes black as a fuckin' raccoon
Leave you covered with stab wounds
Dead in a public bathroom
You like to tighten your face and cuss when you spit
Know what I noticed? That tough shit is just when you spit
I couldn't picture you bustin' a clip
I could see you suckin' a dick or prolly getting' fucked with a stick
Drama with me, son, your baby momma will be
Found in the woods, hangin' by her thong from a tree
You spit my life and want an award
But you can't get my stripes cuz you the type to run in a war
Slung jums in front of the store; done it before
Held guns, I'm talkin' at least a hundred or more
Should put a gun to your jaw, to one of your whores
Fuck under the covers; we all lovers under the floor

[Chorus]

(Saigon:)
Young Felicia was only four when she learned how to ride a bike
Now she fourteen ridin' every Tom, Dick, and Mike
I tell her "that ain't nice, why you livin' so trife"
She told me please "MYOB, homie, you don't know me
{"It's so much pain in my life"} Her sister the same
Felecia claims she the one who hipped her to the game
She f**ked Jermaine because Jermaine had a shiny chain
Now when she pee on the potty she feel a minor pain
And she noticed her vagina changing; and not for the better
She see bumps and all kinds of things
The doctor suggested she take a HIV test, she said "Yes"
Now its peace when she waitin to rest, she so stressed
{"So much pain in my life"} And so say the bum on the corner
When I ask him why he bummin' for quarters
Was it him, or was it government order; Said he thirsty
I offered him water, but he said he want somethin' stronger
He said {"There's pain my life"} Said he needs something to numb it
Somethin' to burn a hole in his stomach
First I said "naw", but after talking to him; It was clear
that his wife was his life and dope had murder the woman
{"So much pain in my life"} That bum used rum to keep
his feelings numb; Felicia was out there killin' them
Her a fatherless daughter, him a daughterless father
She a nymphomaniac, he got his toughts in the bottle
Would it help for them to walk with a bible
They both say, "nah" the find Religion as awkward as I do
I could holla give a dollar but what more could I do
Not much, they got f**ked, it's what we call survival

(Chorus: Trey Songz)
{"So much pain in my life"}
You feel this pain I've been havin'
Wouldn't lead to much change
Cuz down here, not muched changed in the game


Cause everbody wanna thug, mayne
{"So much pain in my life"}
If you knew the pain I sustained
Just from lettin' my gun bang
If you would pump your breaks young mayne
You'd jump in the other lane

(Saigon:)
{"So much pain in my life"} I know how it feel
I been in jail with none of my niggaz keepin' it real
No dough, no mail, it was "yo, go to hell"
Now they jealous cuz I'm hangin' out with Cocoa Chanel
Even though I got pain in my life I keep it discreet
I got a deal, I still sleep in the street
Y'all hustle to get the keys to a jeep; til the judge
throw the book at you f**kers and tell you to read it and weep
{"So much pain in my life"} to let me not forget about Lendon
The preacher been feelin' on him for a minute
Told if he told his sould would be demented
Even if he made it to the gate he wouldn't get in it
{"It's pain in my life"} Y'all niggaz use pain for a gimmick
But Lendon pain got pushed to the limit
Got em' layin on the sofa one night, his throat sliced
With a suicide note and a knife, what he write
{"It's so much pain in my life"} That he's no longer wantin' to live it
Breathin' is no longer important, forget it
What he didn't write is that he was molested since he was five
And would rather die before he was forced to admit it
He said {"It's pain in my life"} this pain niggaz feel everyday
My middle finger wave high to the critics
I didn't get it, so what? Maybe I should just stay away
And let my man, Trey Songz and them hit it

(Chorus x2)

(Saigon:)
Young Felicia was only four when she learned how to ride a bike
Now she fourteen ridin' every Tom, Dick, and Mike
I tell her "that ain't nice, why you livin' so trife"
She told me please "MYOB, homie, you don't know me
{"It's so much pain in my life"} Her sister the same
Felecia claims she the one who hipped her to the game
She f**ked Jermaine because Jermaine had a shiny chain
Now when she pee on the potty she feel a minor pain
And she noticed her vagina changing; and not for the better
She see bumps and all kinds of things
The doctor suggested she take a HIV test, she said "Yes"
Now its peace when she waitin to rest, she so stressed
{"So much pain in my life"} And so say the bum on the corner
When I ask him why he bummin' for quarters
Was it him, or was it government order; Said he thirsty
I offered him water, but he said he want somethin' stronger
He said {"There's pain my life"} Said he needs something to numb it
Somethin' to burn a hole in his stomach
First I said "naw", but after talking to him; It was clear
that his wife was his life and dope had murder the woman
{"So much pain in my life"} That bum used rum to keep
his feelings numb; Felicia was out there killin' them
Her a fatherless daughter, him a daughterless father
She a nymphomaniac, he got his toughts in the bottle
Would it help for them to walk with a bible
They both say, "nah" the find Religion as awkward as I do
I could holla give a dollar but what more could I do
Not much, they got f**ked, it's what we call survival

(Chorus: Trey Songz)
{"So much pain in my life"}
You feel this pain I've been havin'
Wouldn't lead to much change
Cuz down here, not muched changed in the game


Cause everbody wanna thug, mayne
{"So much pain in my life"}
If you knew the pain I sustained
Just from lettin' my gun bang
If you would pump your breaks young mayne
You'd jump in the other lane

(Saigon:)
{"So much pain in my life"} I know how it feel
I been in jail with none of my niggaz keepin' it real
No dough, no mail, it was "yo, go to hell"
Now they jealous cuz I'm hangin' out with Cocoa Chanel
Even though I got pain in my life I keep it discreet
I got a deal, I still sleep in the street
Y'all hustle to get the keys to a jeep; til the judge
throw the book at you f**kers and tell you to read it and weep
{"So much pain in my life"} to let me not forget about Lendon
The preacher been feelin' on him for a minute
Told if he told his sould would be demented
Even if he made it to the gate he wouldn't get in it
{"It's pain in my life"} Y'all niggaz use pain for a gimmick
But Lendon pain got pushed to the limit
Got em' layin on the sofa one night, his throat sliced
With a suicide note and a knife, what he write
{"It's so much pain in my life"} That he's no longer wantin' to live it
Breathin' is no longer important, forget it
What he didn't write is that he was molested since he was five
And would rather die before he was forced to admit it
He said {"It's pain in my life"} this pain niggaz feel everyday
My middle finger wave high to the critics
I didn't get it, so what? Maybe I should just stay away
And let my man, Trey Songz and them hit it

(Chorus x2)

[Chorus]
Sugar pie, honey bum you know that I love guns
I can't help myself
Can't keep that heat on the shelf
You knew I was a knucklehead
Ever since you met me
I Tried to do good for you, boo
But them streets wouldn't let me
You wanted a relationship
You was willing to chase it
I know you seen the pack I kept the ninas packed
But you just couldn't faced it
You mad they got me locked away
Tell me are you leavin'? Are you going away?
I put my trust in you to hold it down like Claire Huxtable
Cuz I'm in love with you ...

[Chorus 2]
I know all the shit that you did for me
Are you willing to suffer for my stupidity?
Huh ma? Huh ma? Huh mama?
I know all that shit that you did for me
But now that I'm locked is you troopin' the bid with me?
Are you willing to suffer for my stupidity?
Huh ma? Huh ma? Huh mama?

9-5 I crime drive, pockets swellin' with stacks
My girl said keep sellin' them cracks you gon' dwell in them acs
I ignored her, knowin' she was only tellin' the facts
Either that or get my melon cracked when the shell interact
But fuck it cuz I done been to hell and back
I feel my C-cipher sentences well intact
I'm developin' that
If I can just find a slumlord to sell us a shack
I'll set up shop with this dumb broad look elephant phat
Where the fellaz is at?
Sit, spark a L and chit chat
On how we can sell richter for fifty flat till they tell us it's wack
Then we drop the price to fourty-three like they feel that it oughta be
In all re-al we still quadruple a quarter Ki
Unfortunately police caught me
The man I shot in the Camelot tellin' the jailers where they escorted me

[Chorus 2]

[Chorus]

From a boy to a man to a martyr its the yard father
Party starter who can hit the bar harder
I order bacardi with dark lager
To chase that mess its burning my chest like hot lava
Verbally im a rotweiler you gon learn to respect me
Cuz you aint even a doberman you a german shepard
And thats a back in the day dawg
Thugs now a days will cock it back pop a cap in your acorn
Fuck what they say in they songs
Gangstas dont stay long
They make a little noise then they gone
Thats why i tell my sister i love her
Plus my mom and my brother
Live for today i know im not promised another (another)
You little punk mother fucker
I aint got no love for you i got a slug for you
Its possible today can be your very last morning
Move your ass on and take this as a last warning

Dont d-d-d-dont dont do that
Dont dont d-dont dont do that
Dont d-d-d-dont dont do that
If you dot wanna get slapped dont do that
You been talkin behind my back dont do that
Steady runnin off at the trap dont do that
You want me to say something back dont do that
Cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped
You been talkin behind my back dont do that
Steady runnin off at the trap dont do that
You want me to say something back dont do that
Cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped

From a petty larcenist to armed robber its the yardfather
I aint jamaican but label me as the don darta
Let a nigga try to bomb bodda
I got a razor sharper than kareem abdul jabars barber
You you a disgrace to your pops in the pen
All he hearing about his son is the cops are his friends
Only time he heard your name in a sentence with gun
When you told and got a nigga sentence for one
He aint raise you to be no bitch be no snitch
Spent to much time with your moms sweet old bitch
We was chewing you was suckin your chico stick
Shoulda sent your fairy ass to military class
Now your moms gettin sceamed on by your dad
Like we shoulda had a daughter instead of a fag
This the last time im tellin ya i swear its for sure
I shouldnt even ever have to say this no more

Dont d-d-d-dont dont do that
Dont dont d-dont dont do that
Dont d-d-d-dont dont do that
If you dot wanna get slapped dont do that
You been talkin behind my back dont do that
Steady runnin off at the trap dont do that
You want me to say something back dont do that
Cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped
You been talkin behind my back dont do that
Steady runnin off at the trap dont do that
You want me to say something back dont do that
Cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped

If you go to w w f u
Somebody put a slug in your brother then guess who
You know ima thug it but love it the best do
Not to many love it as rugid as S do
Im so special
Im what the fuck is lyricism
And im open to all your constructive criticism
Let a nigga step outa line
I get the tech and the 9
From up have a son truck and hit him with it
I told him not to do it

The nigga went and did it
He talkin shit about me dawg now he feelin a get it
And im ready to let the pop gun squirt
And sit hoppin g rockin free saigon shirt
Cuz he be tryna play me is not gonna work
God made dirt now put some on top of this jerk

Dont d-d-d-dont dont do that
Dont dont d-dont dont do that
Dont d-d-d-dont dont do that
If you dot wanna get slapped dont do that
You been talkin behind my back dont do that
Steady runnin off at the trap dont do that
You want me to say something back dont do that
Cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped
You been talkin behind my back dont do that
Steady runnin off at the trap dont do that
You want me to say something back dont do that
Cuz that shitll get you slapped shitll get you slapped

(I Know)
I know i know i know i know life got much more to offer me
And i know i know i know i know the system treats us unlawfully
And i know i know i know i know that a new day is yet to come
And i know that ill be rite here with the nation

We live in a place where babies are born addicted to base
If you get arrested you likely to get kicked in your face
A lot of bitches is sick with the "H."
If you dont want the "I.V." think before you put your dick in her waist
Its a disgrace theres only one particular race
That got fucked ever since we got shipped to the states
Like being trapped in a pit full of snakes
They callin the coke dandruff the ghetto been inflicted with flakes
I listen to rap but wouldnt let my kid listen to that
Cuz if my kid listen to that then its a wrap
Niggas replace wisdom with materialism
I use the rhythm to preach about imperialism
I get on it like martin luther king and do the damn thing
Far as snitching goin like j-lo i can sing
But ill eat you like a planet wing
Lets pop a cop and then pop some champagne

I know i know i know i know life got much more to offer me
And i know i know i know i know the system treats us unlawfully
And i know i know i know i know that a new day is yet to come
And i know that ill be rite here with the nation

They got drugs of all sorts coming through the airports
Only once every five years somebody get caught
How many lives must heroin cut short
How many us folk gotta grow up to smoke shoot sniff or snort
We no longer serving them dimes to manuever through turbulent times
Me and my niggas murdering rhymes
My life breathe like a verse in a song
So its in the quran word bond yah gonna worship the don
Convict since a young age face plastered on the front page
Picture me workin for minimum wage
I went in a rage packed the mack 10 and the gage
In the streets i seen more action that nicholas cage
Buck one for my niggas locked for using a gun
Buck two and them niggas that bucked Roo fuck you
Buck three for lucky
Buck four for all my dawgs up north lets get this jump off jumped off

I know i know i know i know life got much more to offer me
And i know i know i know i know the system treats us unlawfully
And i know i know i know i know that a new day is yet to come
And i know that ill be rite here with the nation

[Verse 1]
I run with gold rhymers
That know dramas
The ghetto goldminers
Split a fine and roll a whole dime of trauma bid with old timers
Trying to perpetuate the minds of the multitude
Collectivism distorting they mechanisms eating they food
Who blunted who walk the line to find a fraud and confront it
Put one in his stomach
Run with dudes thats 22 hundred
Nothing change I could be probably plotting robbery
Never monogamy prison I wear pornography
Living is ideology god body illogical slugs lobotomize you
Demonology trapped lord more then the local fraud
Got hit by the board put a sword through a niggaz vocal cord
Jakes contemplated licking him victims was sick of him
Know the god creeped him but couldn't peep the curriculum
Fake scarred in tri-state it wasn't hard to migrated
Ya'll niggaz got ate broke down to a carbohydrate
I'm the veteran only nigga I aint never met a nigga better then
Lyrically hitting you in your head again
Fuck Exced-a-rin you gon need more medicine
Slick raps will push your wig back like George Jefferson
You like me F it then you aint got to represent
Real niggaz know Saigon flow is excellent
Shit is mad evident why you think niggaz is giving us all these dead presidents
When we criminally negligent

(feat. Saigon)

[Intro:]
See john was a diduntdidunt, know what im sayin?
My man john was a fuckin diduntdidunt, holla
You know u got them diduntdidunt niggas in the hood, know'm sayin...
Guys that don't mean nothin to nobody...
Fuckin mothers don't even like them...

[Verse 1:]
In junior high, i knew this kid named John
One day john started thinkin he could rhyme
He used to see me battin' niggas one at a time
So he figured he test his skills against mine
He came up to me one day and said "hey"
Niggas saying you mean law, spit sixteen [sai] Gon"
I said, "no pa, im good"
He said "well imma spit some shit then
You know, rap for my hood
"Checkit, we ride drops, we pop mad shots
We even got 20 inch rims on the yacht"
I told him to stop, the nigga aint listen he kept goin
So i punched dook in his mouth while he was flowin'
He got up of the ground and said "why did ya hit me?"
"Yous a diduntdidunt, heres a shot to the kidney"
The mike tyson of this rap shit
I even got a speech impediment
"Fuckin' lil bam-dit
Thats my word man, any fuckin rapper man
I'll eat his fuckin children man bring him to me man"

[Chorus:]
You're a DiduntDidunt
Rappin bout ya gun and ya blunt
A DiduntDidunt
To you it aint nothin to front
You a DiduntDidunt
A pussy that always talk about pussy
When the pussy prolly ain't had none in a month
You a DiduntDidunt
Man, i dun been where you from
A DiduntDidunt
You ain't come up in the slum
You a DiduntDidunt
Act like you want beef, i'll knock out ya teeth
And you'll be literally bumpin ya gums

[Verse 2:]
See back in the day, i knew a kid named Ray
He was kind of sweet, so niggas thought he was gay
Everyday, little ray would come around the way
And try to shoot hoops but dudes wouldn't let him play
I remember it was like the third week of May
Ray came through just like any other day
But on this particular day he had somethin to say
Like if he couldn't play then niggas would have to pay
And me being, the man that I am
Threw the ball at him and told a nigga to scram
He reached into the pocket of the jacket he was wearin'
Pulled out a Jimmy no bigger than his hand
He said "Fuck you Sai" and popped one in the sky
Just started to cry like "Somebody goin' die"
Im like "bitch give me this gun" fuckin' punk (put it down ray)
Ray you aint a thug, you a didunt didunt

[Chorus:]
You're a DiduntDidunt
Rappin bout ya gun and ya blunt
A DiduntDidunt
To you it aint nothin to front
You a DiduntDidunt
A pussy that always talk about pussy
When the pussy prolly ain't had none in a month
You a DiduntDidunt
Man, i dun been where you from
A DiduntDidunt
You ain't come up in the slum
You a DiduntDidunt
Act like you want beef, i'll knock out ya teeth
And you'll be literally bumpin ya gums, son

[Bridge:]
I've been all over the U.S. of A
Out west with Ronson, down south with Shey (hey!)
And one thing i see, everywhere that i be
Is a Didunt-didunt,
I've been on the bottom, been on the top
Been in the club and been on the block
The one thing i see, everywhere that i be
Is (what?), is a Didunt-Didunt

[Verse 3:]
So if you a punk, then say you a punk
Type of nigga that get knocked out and say you was drunk
I dont play dat, niggas stay beefin on hate that
See them in the street, and like Pat, they dont Say jack (Pat Sajack)
My name is Saigon, i dare a rapper to say that
I ain't gonna run in the booth, and give payback
Im gonna catch you while you eatin lunch
Catch you with a sucker-punch
(Like umph) Take that fuckin diduntdidunt

[Chorus:]
You're a DiduntDidunt
Rappin bout ya gun and ya blunt
A DiduntDidunt
To you it aint nothin to front
You a DiduntDidunt
A pussy that always talk about pussy
When the pussy prolly ain't had none in a month
You a DiduntDidunt
Man, i dun been where you from
A DiduntDidunt
You ain't come up in the slum
You a DiduntDidunt
Act like you want beef, i'll knock out ya teeth
And you'll be literally bumpin ya gums

[Outro:]
Dont get the "Diduntdidunt" stamped on your forehead
Dont be like John or Ray, if you like John or Ray stay the
Fuck out of my way, ya heard?, Saigon, brratt, 2010 bitch.

(Verse 1)
Nukka Saigon where'd you get that FLOW
You better get in there and get that DOUGH
All over the world, god, it's kids that KNOW
You remember in South click we did that SHOW
Only had one mic but ripped that THOUGH
Only had one fight and flipped that MUG
Lucky for him we didn't get that TOUGH
'cause word to my moms I woulda shit bagged BRO
SAAAMN
Let 'em KNOW
Nukka Saigon where'd you get that FLOW
You ill when you rhyme simple as tic tac TOE
You know why I'm rhymin' as simple as tic tac TOE?
'cause niggaz is dumb and that's the shit that BLOW
SAAAMN
Let'm KNOW
Nukka Saigon where'd you get that FLOW
Half on the quart, yeah nigga that's WHOA
It's always them same niggaz that sniff that SNOW
Get away with the yay but get that DRO
I wanna get high, nigga, forget that HOE
You can keep that dutch but let that zig zag GO

Told niggaz I was comin'
Saigon


Patna'
I'm the one y'all need to be worred about
Patna'
I'm that dude
Y'all gon' see
Let's get back to business

(Verse 2)
My team will come through; pop you in the head
Them sixteens shot you now you up and dead
You act like you can't get hit with hot lead
I pop you in your cornrows; pop 'em in the dreads
Even niggaz with waves could get some of this
SAAAMN
Come again; got niggaz in the State Pen; niggaz in the bing
Got niggaz only hatin' 'cause I'm getting' ripped
Now I got to chase them with the infrared
SAAAMN
Come again; somebody gonna leave this party dead
Some boy gon' get shot and knocked in the head
I hit him with the head shot that rocked him to bed
Sprayed down, popped him, shot him then I fled
SAAAMN
Come again
SAAAMN