Saigon, Coalition9 - Real Niggaz lyrics

Everything that glitters ain’t gold
You can’t discredit the flow
So now live by the code
Nonchalantly, the cypher the spirit
My poetry’s vivid
Fall back like my ways ain’t rigid
Catch a charge in a New York minute
We set trip like I’m losing my pivot
And twist blunts like the case was acquitted
Catch a visit if you calling me out
Shit, I’mma show you what my crew
Is about for running your mouth
I’mma send goons to run in
Your house without second-guessing
The pump’s my protection, my investment
Welcome to BK
The borough where the beef stays
It’s replays of pigs popped in the PJs
I think fast in this self-
While the booth, I shatter the mic like glass
Harassed by cops a chip off the block
I’ll put Fury and Ox next to RZA and Pac
Shit, I’m the rap Martha Stewart of stocks
Now watch me toss your demo off the
Roof just to hear it drop

Look, don’t get it fucked up I
Ain’t in it to entertain
Ain’t in it for the fame
Ain’t in it to get a name
I am what many consider a spitter of flames
What niggas done did to the game
The shit is a shame
Everybody’s shit is the same
Ninety-nine-point-ninety-nine percent of
Niggas lyrics is lame
When I spit, the room temperature change
You would swear I inherited 2Pac’s
Soul and both Christopher’s brains
Mind state of La Rock, wittiness of
Spirit of the sidewalk
Grittiness of the block
You wanna play gorilla? For what?
Drama with Saigon
Shit’ll get uglier than Jabba the Hut
I catch you with a ill uppercut
Then watch your nose bleed enough blood for
You to fill up a cup
You don’t want the 9 milla erupt
Jump out the back of a truck like "What up?!"
Commit to clapping you up, bitch

Punk veteran severing heads no new rookies
Blaze penetrate you quick like loose pussy
I rap with the attitude of a school bully
Strapped with two fully automatics at necks
I cut your life shorter
Than an asthmatic’s breath
Masochist past step with traffic
Get clapped next
Handle my past steps, back smack you
Snap, strangle your man’s neck it’s
Cold like clan setups
Mendoza bring static like broken Nintendos
I strip tracks naked like
Nino Brown’s chemist
Then I inspect the premises like a dentist
Place metal in your mouth
Get the shovel from the house
Then bury you next to this
Rap game that I’m out
Clap flame at your brain
Leave you laying on the couch

Seem like rap’s a quick meal catch a case
Hit a deal hustlers switch they field when
Fake became real
Cats’ll do anything to sell clap themselves
Or try to hit the cover of the Doub’-XL
It’s too gimmicky read a book
Advance lyrically
You must be kidding me you ain’t
A crook you too jittery
Glorifying correctional facilities but
The closest you’ve been to a cell
Was a episode of O-z
Ounce, pound, no gram never touched your hand
Damn, you got more issues than news stands
Incriminating lines with feminine vibes
Only crimes you know about was
Written down in your rhymes
Only catch a charge on the courts, balling
Only lick shots when you on the courts
Balling
I bang with those that move with authority
Street seniority
Not them clowns that need to
Pledge into a sorority