Saigon - Desperado lyrics

Yea yea man, yo Mr jones, b'
I'm a motherfuckin'
Yes, yes (yes, yes) chea, turn me up
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up

Seven AM, i wake up to my little
Sister puttin' on make-up
R kelly come on, she turn the bass up
'Move Ya Body Like A Snake, ' WHAT?
You need to take ya ass to school
And get them fuckin' grades up
My lil' brotha
He swear he 'bout to get some cake up
Runnin' 'round all crazy rockin' a fake Jacob
The lil' nigga keep raisin his
Voice to my mom
I'mma have no choice but to do him some harm
For now
I play the block wit' my cousin Tyrell
Cause around him, pussy is not what I smell
Fresh outta jail, the street
Will I survive? Will I fail?
Will I go to hell or go back with 25 wit' a L
See only time will tell if only crime prevail
The rap now, only the phony kind can sell
And I don't wanna have to
Keep runnin' from 5-0
I don't wanna live my life like no

We come from the bottom of the street
We stuck like gum to the bottom of ya feet
If you front in ya rap
We catch you in the street (in the street)
Run up on you wit the heat i'mma

Various ad-libs
I pushed the lil' nigga unda the wing right?
I mean, I practically raised this nigga
He runnin' 'round the street now like
He wanna be a muhfuckin'

We was two lil' brothers of the same kind
Quick to approach a lil shorty
Wit' the same line
Co-defendants, arrested for the same crime
Cause when the D's found the nine
We both said it ain't mine nobody snitchin'
Now we chillin on the same line
Goin to chow to eat some of the same slime
I'm tryin' to tell the nigga the
Thoughts of my changed mind
How when I get out
I ain't gettin' on the same grind
I'm tired of seein' what crack
Smoke do to black folk
That shit ain't funny at all dawg
It's like a bad joke he said, whateva' man
I'll do whateva to get the cheddar man
Do like 50 Cent
Sell "A Lil Bit" of ery'thang
That made me wanna punch the kid in the mouth
I just wonder how long it take
For him to figure this out i said
Trust lil' nigga if you know like I know
You wouldn't wanna go home to no muthafuckin'

Word up shorty nab, don't be like me
You could be better than me
You don't wanna grow up to be no muthafuckin'

We come from the bottom of the street
We stuck like gum to the bottom of ya feet
If you front in ya rap
We catch you in the street (in the street)
Run up on you wit the heat i'mma