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

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Muhfucka renegade Renaissance and another one
Do it my way the
Yardfather returns you already know
Back better than ever

I got a couple of deep questions
For niggas 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 niggas that dwell north
What do y'all think the reason
Is New York fell off?
A) This new batch of niggas
Sounding like switch siders
B) New York DJ’s for being dick riders
C) Fake thugs and shit pretend
To be bloods and crips
D) All of the above, ya bish (ya Bitch)
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 fuckin 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 shit
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
Shit 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 shit 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 niggas 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

You never was a killer, 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

I'll strike the mag
Smack the fag that said I jacked his swag
Then smother the motherfucker with
A Glad plastic bag i'm a maniac
Like I get around violence and chain react
Doctors still asking me
"What the fuck 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 fucked
Jury come back in less than an hour
How you deliberate a nigga 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