Saigon - Letter to Omnipotent lyrics
[Saigon - Letter to Omnipotent lyrics]
(Ha ha ha) word (Saigon) yo
Dawg what up? Holler back
Man (Abandoned Nation) this here this here ain’t for errybody
Man this is for the real ones (Whoo Kid)
This here is for all the missed
Peers I left in the pen
Even the ones I’ll never see ever again
When I get on
I take care of your brethren and them
They talk about you all the time
You a legend to them if I could
I would just make the time fast-forward
New York is a lot different than
When you last saw it yeah, dawg
It’s mad more chicks but the pussy ain’t free
No more them whores want cash for it
Police’ll still harass-a-holics most
Niggas under thirteen
Still be on some basketball shit
But the ones older than that
They rolling in packs
And at least three of these
Niggas is holding a gat
Anyway, God, I kind of miss walking the yard
Talking with y’all ‘cause now I’m in
New York and it’s hard
I done caught a new charge i lost the
God J-E-R-R-Y why he had to die?
I thought "When I get home
I see love get shown"
All I seen was drug strips
Sown and slugs get thrown
Should I play the good guy or should I
Throw in the hood, I
(Should I?) make some niggas in the hood die?
Should I? Huh? (Tell me, man omnipotent
Man) huh? (Let me know
Somebody write me, man) you tell me
Man (I don’t
Know what the fuck to do) for real
(I’m losing it out here, man
But, you know what
Man? (What you used to do?) )
I used to stand on the block
Selling cooked-up rock
Money busting out my sock ‘cause
I really would clock
I robbing the spot shit’ll really get got
Whenever the gun’s hot
Niggas really get shot
Don’t give a fuck if you a willy or not
If you got what I need
I’mma receive or the milly’ll pop
So what the verdoct? The bird drop
Throw the rock like Elvis Grbac
Word, I’m verbally hot like the Third Rock
And I’m repping the pen in every
Song I ever sung in it’s all I know shit
I was brung in as a youngin
Bear witness to coming
Real rap right on time while all
Y’all crime-rhyme niggas is slumming
Y’all muhfuckas see a nigga I’m still bumming
But, I got game
So I can still cum in your woman
You could still catch one in the stomach
And I still let the MAC strike you
Act like you want it or something
Huh? (Ha ha) punk (That’s right) motherfucker (Fuck all y’all i’m here)
Dawg what up? Holler back
Man (Abandoned Nation) this here this here ain’t for errybody
Man this is for the real ones (Whoo Kid)
This here is for all the missed
Peers I left in the pen
Even the ones I’ll never see ever again
When I get on
I take care of your brethren and them
They talk about you all the time
You a legend to them if I could
I would just make the time fast-forward
New York is a lot different than
When you last saw it yeah, dawg
It’s mad more chicks but the pussy ain’t free
No more them whores want cash for it
Police’ll still harass-a-holics most
Niggas under thirteen
Still be on some basketball shit
But the ones older than that
They rolling in packs
And at least three of these
Niggas is holding a gat
Anyway, God, I kind of miss walking the yard
Talking with y’all ‘cause now I’m in
New York and it’s hard
I done caught a new charge i lost the
God J-E-R-R-Y why he had to die?
I thought "When I get home
I see love get shown"
All I seen was drug strips
Sown and slugs get thrown
Should I play the good guy or should I
Throw in the hood, I
(Should I?) make some niggas in the hood die?
Should I? Huh? (Tell me, man omnipotent
Man) huh? (Let me know
Somebody write me, man) you tell me
Man (I don’t
Know what the fuck to do) for real
(I’m losing it out here, man
But, you know what
Man? (What you used to do?) )
I used to stand on the block
Selling cooked-up rock
Money busting out my sock ‘cause
I really would clock
I robbing the spot shit’ll really get got
Whenever the gun’s hot
Niggas really get shot
Don’t give a fuck if you a willy or not
If you got what I need
I’mma receive or the milly’ll pop
So what the verdoct? The bird drop
Throw the rock like Elvis Grbac
Word, I’m verbally hot like the Third Rock
And I’m repping the pen in every
Song I ever sung in it’s all I know shit
I was brung in as a youngin
Bear witness to coming
Real rap right on time while all
Y’all crime-rhyme niggas is slumming
Y’all muhfuckas see a nigga I’m still bumming
But, I got game
So I can still cum in your woman
You could still catch one in the stomach
And I still let the MAC strike you
Act like you want it or something
Huh? (Ha ha) punk (That’s right) motherfucker (Fuck all y’all i’m here)