[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] 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
[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
[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) 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
[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.
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
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)
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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
