Saigon - In a Mess lyrics

Uncle Giddy

Yeah?

Can you give us a bedtime saga? Please, huh
Please,?

I don’t know, man my saga’s a little deep
Man you kids get in the bed i’ll get
The rhyme book you all tucked in?

Yeah

Here we go

I start the saga in the ‘ville police
Twenty-one narc fleet
Creeping on Christopher deep in
A unmarked jeep
Half of us was sitting dirty how
We clock on the block
Had the 40 cali cocked I rocked
With extra clips in my sock
The blow had me stuck on
Slow mo still on point, though
Reacting once I heard "Yo
Low!" Somebody screamed "Popo!"
Fast, I passed the chunk to this
Youngster that was amongst us
Ran behind stashed the weapon
Between the dumpsters
So cold messiah play, annihilate the soul
Fresh up out the North Pole
Ain't tryna violate parole
One grabbed my son and then, hold on
Started to snuff him but son was resistant
So he told his partner to cuff him
I ran over the van the
Ds was nonchalant the sham
Thinking "Damn prolly seen me
Hand Scram the contraband"
Felt the coke withdrawal wished
I had’ve sniffed more
Thinking ‘bout the rest but they
Probably guarding the fifth floor
Swerving back up the staircase and
Out on the roof
Maybe I could do some shit like
Q and Bishop in Juice
But not a nigga stopped as soon
As I heard the warning shot
Something saying "Jump" but
I’m fronting ‘cause that’s too long a drop
Then they hit me with some
Shit I never heard of, dun
"You’re under arrest
Son robbery and murder one"

Murder what?

Get against the wall!

Robbery and murder one?

Fuck off me, dog!

I’m in a mess locked up and type stressed
They questioning me to death and
Want a DNA test
There’s been a murder somebody caught
A body with a burner
And now the DTs is blaming it on me

I mingle with murderers
Repeat offenders, carjackers, burglars
Crackers with tax evasion
State max classification
My thoughts are long gone, play the horn
Talked to Rough and Kayvon one
Told me "Hold my head
" the other "Stay strong"
Double-bunked me with this fat
Dark-skinned cat named Rock
Played the cot on the top he used
To talk about his bitch a lot
I pictured not too long ago, shot
He played the Don there
Jiggy, this brown-skinned shorty
With blond hair
The crib in drug dealing illegal living
On how he pushed a Inf and
Bought wifey a Eagle Vision
Entrappted by her she spit
Game like rapid fire
Not knowing who he desire is
Nothing more than a liar on January 10th
Caught a letter half page length
Explaining how some other brother
Pimping the Inf
It said "Rocky, that's on the strength
She fronting like you the herb or something
So what’s the verdict? Say the
Word and I’mma murder something
And yo, PS, try to cope with this BS
Lately, niggas want test i got
The Colt in the vest
Signed, your baby brother, Bless" Rock
He looked me straight in the eye i turned
(Why?) I know how niggas be hating to cry
Yo, not to claim clout
He jump back on the same route
Yo, when Rock came out
He flipped and blew boo brain out

Click, bang! Click, bong! Yes, he did
(Dang) you know what? But now

He in a mess locked up and type stressed
They questioning Rock to death and
Want a DNA test
There’s been a murder somebody hit
A hottie with a burner
The homicide cops is blaming it on Rock

And this is not where the story stop
There’s a deeper reason to why
He shot shorty wop
Not only was the bitch tricking
Off at the coffee shop
She had slept with over
A hundred-and-forty cock (Damn)
And while a nigga Rock was doing his bid
She was letting niggas come to the crib
Sucking dick in front of the kids
That prolly would have been
Water under the bridge
‘Til Rock went to the doctor and
They told him the biz
Told him he had just contracted the HIV
This the only bitch that Rock had been
With since the cat was a kid
Then to add insult to injury
She told him that she was leaving him
After she gave a deadly disease to him
Rock, he couldn’t take it
So murder became his medium
The only way to cope with the fact
The bitch was a sleazy bum
He went home, fill a clip up with lead
Drove down to her house
Shot the bitch in the head

Bang! Hey y’all sleep? Y’all sleep yet? yeah
I think they’re asleep i’m out