Bizzle - Just Sayin lyrics

Yeah! It's Bizzle man im seeing a lot
I'm trying my best to speak
On it without pointing fingers let's go!
You got the nation listening but
What are you sayin?
I know you jokers is high but
This ain't cards you playin
CHRIST be the king of the deck
No matter how far you made it
Just bring some respect
Or I'm sure it can go how far you take it
I know your cars amazing but
Ya' heart is basic designer clothes but
Inside your soul is bargain basement
Your soft as charmin' baby
An' hard as Carson Daly
Just talkin crazy cause nobody's made
You walk it lately it's easy to be a soldier
When ain't' no wars poppin'
You hollywood thuggin'
And Grammy Award shoppin'
You don't live in the hood
Nor visit no more, stop it!
You got ya tour poppin'
You and your Porsche Boxster
You on ya' porch watchin'
While people out here dying
And you ain't even close enough by
'um to hear the sirens
It's them who buyin' records just to
Hear a gang of lyin'
Quit claimin' you bangin IN dawg if
You a gangsta I am
And who said if ya' black
Gangtsa's a thing to be?
These rappers tryin' to be scarface
They make believe dawg, if you over 30 it's
Time to be realistic
It's no way you should be
37 and still ig'nant (ignorant)
Still saggin', still bangin'
And still flaggin' ya' still fakin
This generation is still at it
I still be in the hood
It's getting real graphic
Thats real blood on the concrete
Dem real caskets
I know that ain't' cha problem
But i made it mine!
Not only do I know the truth
But I can make it rhyme
They knew you'd sell us out
That's why they let ya' boys in
They keep you eating good long as
You feed the hood poison
Got you endorsin' they liquor
And makin' blunt wraps
From saint eyes, to crystal
It always was that
They say the government gave us guns, liquor
And crack but, last time I checked
Yo' dealer was black and yo' killa was black
And his money was green
So you could read between the lines
And see what I mean
See when it comes to da' hood
They have no influence
They need a middle man a real opportunist
One of our own kind that's
Selfish enough to do it
Inject da' hood with poison
For some lifestyle improvements
Thats what these rappers is doin'
They sellin' us crack
It's like the devil is back
And one of his weapons is rap
They try to merge it wit' rap
We know how they get down
They usin' our biggest rappers to
Make you embrace the sound
Maybe I'm trippen' though
Maybe I'm seeing things
And maybe I see some things
Like a need for change
Look ya'll got too much influence
To be actin' foolish
I don't care if you signed up to
Be a role model or not
Kids gon' follow you regardless
It come wit the fame
When you tellin' em get money but
You ain't' tellin' them how to do it the
Way that won't land them in jail
Or, won't land them in the grave
And if you did live
A troubled lifestyle whether
It was selling crack or pimpin or whatever
You had to do to get by
You know what I'm sayin', I thank GOD!
For you makin it out but
You tellin' your story like you the rule
You not the rule you the
Exception to the rule
You da' one happy ending out of the
Thousand cats that's sitting in jail or
Buried up under the ground doing what you did
You that one that made it in
The game andmade something of yourself
So You can't tell it like if they do what
You do they gon' get what you got
An' that's only to the couple cats
In the game that really did
What they say they did you know
What I'm sayin even though it's negative
If imma' be led down the
Wrong path I'd rather it
Be by somebody else who went
Down the wrong path, then
Somebody who knew the right path but
Just chose to point me down the wrong one
You feel me?
But, at the same time if you been down the
Wrong path and you see me going down that
Wrong path you would be a hater not to
Tell me to go in the other direction
You feel me? So yeah man turn ya negative
Into a positive dawg! Bizzle