Saigon - Say Yes lyrics
[Saigon - Say Yes lyrics]
Yo, lets get it popping up in here yo
Yeah, there it go
Yeah, thats what I was lookin' for
Ayo, check it out son
Im'ma show these cats how we do it
Before we did raps, we did kidnaps
Murders, muggings
Cousin, what you know about thugging?
When y'all niggas be out clubbing
I be deep in discussion tryin'a convince my
Little cousin not to Blood in
Keep love for the Pimps
Lucky he got another buck in
Damn shame his motherfuckin'
Baby mother cluckin'
She be out with some coward
That ain't about shit
Rumors say she put out quick
For not even an outfit
Nowadays everybody riding or dying
We own this game, stop tryin'a buy in
Frontin' like you pop iron, stop lyin'
I'm a nigga so ill I punch
Math and then drop Science
Saigon, the man with the 2
Brains and 3 hearts
Swift enough to build with retards
Rap epitome, academically street smart
That ain't even the deep part
Me and my men end every fight that we start
If I ain't one of the lot of you
The stacks is unstoppable
On as long as Macks poppable
Cracks is choppable
If it's logical, I'll body you
Beat the shit outta you
Go to your Wake and beat shit
Outta whoever says "Bye" to you
This is what I would do
And if you was me? you'd body you too
Cause you'd hate a bitch nigga like you
(Word to mother nigga, if you was me?
Nigga you'd fuckin' put 1 in
Your brain too nigga)
If you be living for death and
Don't be giving an F
Then hit a pig in the vest and say yes (yes)
If you be puffing the cess and
Laying sunk in the S
Then punch a punk in the chest and say yes
(yes) if you a gangsta, hustla
Thugsta that bust slugs
Nigga that don't trust hugs
And don't fuck with the bustas
Hold a blunt in your right
And raise your left
You blessed so you should just say yes (yes)
Ayo they trapped me in
This violent enviroment blocks so hot
They need to fire the cops
And hire some Firemen
Thugs get forced to early retirement
If they blaze your head, you
Made your bed, nigga, now lie in it
Need to stop denying it
Pressure? you ain't applying it
One nigga get merked
Look at you on some cryin' shit
Yeah I cried when I see
My little nigga get murdered
Not cause he died
But cause the shit looked like it hurted
And I'm a nigga that's observant
I seen the bullet when it first hit
His face when it first split
And still no longer than 20 minutes later
I'm on the same block, same Glock
With the same pen and paper
You analyze an innovator
S to the A to the I
Show niggas what men are made of
Before you see me in The Source
You'll probably see me in the paper
For poppin' a cop or dockin'
Shots at a women raper
If you be living for death and
Don't be giving an F
Then hit a pig in the vest and say yes (yes)
If you be puffing the cess and
Laying sunk in the S
Then punch a punk in the chest and say yes
(yes) if you a gangsta, hustla
Thugsta that bust slugs
Nigga that don't trust hugs
And don't fuck with the bustas
Hold a blunt in your right
And raise your left
You blessed so you should just say yes (yes)
Ayo, you knew I'm better than you
Front, get a few embedded in you
Just cause I ain't have nothing better to do
See what this beretta will do?
Turn a perfectly functioning human
Being to a veg-et-a-ble
We wettin' you from your head to your shoe
Yo the only attention you gon'
Need now is medical duke
And if the shotty pops you
Fuckin' coroners will body box you
Call my guy Boo to karate chop you
To hell with ya crew
You be spittin' that shit that's not true
My niggas have lived and died for
This shit since Junior High School
Funny how rappers talk out they
Ass but ain't about shit
Sai set 'em on fire and use
Gas to put it out with
They cowards, talking bout they 'bout it
But we doubt it
The rhyme won't make you a thug
Nor do fatigue outfit's we box
Nigga we plots tempers shorter than Ewoks
Lace the Reeboks
Chase you three blocks then Gunshot noises
Unload 33 shots biaaaaaaatch
Little faggot
Stupid motherfuckers in the game
Yo yo, I rep for real niggas son
You know what type of niggas I rep
If you be living for death and
Don't be giving an F
Then hit a pig in the vest and say yes (yes)
If you be puffing the cess and
Laying sunk in the S
Then punch a punk in the chest and say yes
(yes) if you a gangsta, hustla
Thugsta that bust slugs
Nigga that don't trust hugs
And don't fuck with the bustas
Hold a blunt in your right
And raise your left
You blessed so you should just say yes (yes)
Word is bond son
I told y'all like 15 thousand years ago
That niggas was coming back for that shit
That real niggas was gonna re-emerge and
Take fake niggas off the map
And now that time is here baby, it's 2K
Yeah, there it go
Yeah, thats what I was lookin' for
Ayo, check it out son
Im'ma show these cats how we do it
Before we did raps, we did kidnaps
Murders, muggings
Cousin, what you know about thugging?
When y'all niggas be out clubbing
I be deep in discussion tryin'a convince my
Little cousin not to Blood in
Keep love for the Pimps
Lucky he got another buck in
Damn shame his motherfuckin'
Baby mother cluckin'
She be out with some coward
That ain't about shit
Rumors say she put out quick
For not even an outfit
Nowadays everybody riding or dying
We own this game, stop tryin'a buy in
Frontin' like you pop iron, stop lyin'
I'm a nigga so ill I punch
Math and then drop Science
Saigon, the man with the 2
Brains and 3 hearts
Swift enough to build with retards
Rap epitome, academically street smart
That ain't even the deep part
Me and my men end every fight that we start
If I ain't one of the lot of you
The stacks is unstoppable
On as long as Macks poppable
Cracks is choppable
If it's logical, I'll body you
Beat the shit outta you
Go to your Wake and beat shit
Outta whoever says "Bye" to you
This is what I would do
And if you was me? you'd body you too
Cause you'd hate a bitch nigga like you
(Word to mother nigga, if you was me?
Nigga you'd fuckin' put 1 in
Your brain too nigga)
If you be living for death and
Don't be giving an F
Then hit a pig in the vest and say yes (yes)
If you be puffing the cess and
Laying sunk in the S
Then punch a punk in the chest and say yes
(yes) if you a gangsta, hustla
Thugsta that bust slugs
Nigga that don't trust hugs
And don't fuck with the bustas
Hold a blunt in your right
And raise your left
You blessed so you should just say yes (yes)
Ayo they trapped me in
This violent enviroment blocks so hot
They need to fire the cops
And hire some Firemen
Thugs get forced to early retirement
If they blaze your head, you
Made your bed, nigga, now lie in it
Need to stop denying it
Pressure? you ain't applying it
One nigga get merked
Look at you on some cryin' shit
Yeah I cried when I see
My little nigga get murdered
Not cause he died
But cause the shit looked like it hurted
And I'm a nigga that's observant
I seen the bullet when it first hit
His face when it first split
And still no longer than 20 minutes later
I'm on the same block, same Glock
With the same pen and paper
You analyze an innovator
S to the A to the I
Show niggas what men are made of
Before you see me in The Source
You'll probably see me in the paper
For poppin' a cop or dockin'
Shots at a women raper
If you be living for death and
Don't be giving an F
Then hit a pig in the vest and say yes (yes)
If you be puffing the cess and
Laying sunk in the S
Then punch a punk in the chest and say yes
(yes) if you a gangsta, hustla
Thugsta that bust slugs
Nigga that don't trust hugs
And don't fuck with the bustas
Hold a blunt in your right
And raise your left
You blessed so you should just say yes (yes)
Ayo, you knew I'm better than you
Front, get a few embedded in you
Just cause I ain't have nothing better to do
See what this beretta will do?
Turn a perfectly functioning human
Being to a veg-et-a-ble
We wettin' you from your head to your shoe
Yo the only attention you gon'
Need now is medical duke
And if the shotty pops you
Fuckin' coroners will body box you
Call my guy Boo to karate chop you
To hell with ya crew
You be spittin' that shit that's not true
My niggas have lived and died for
This shit since Junior High School
Funny how rappers talk out they
Ass but ain't about shit
Sai set 'em on fire and use
Gas to put it out with
They cowards, talking bout they 'bout it
But we doubt it
The rhyme won't make you a thug
Nor do fatigue outfit's we box
Nigga we plots tempers shorter than Ewoks
Lace the Reeboks
Chase you three blocks then Gunshot noises
Unload 33 shots biaaaaaaatch
Little faggot
Stupid motherfuckers in the game
Yo yo, I rep for real niggas son
You know what type of niggas I rep
If you be living for death and
Don't be giving an F
Then hit a pig in the vest and say yes (yes)
If you be puffing the cess and
Laying sunk in the S
Then punch a punk in the chest and say yes
(yes) if you a gangsta, hustla
Thugsta that bust slugs
Nigga that don't trust hugs
And don't fuck with the bustas
Hold a blunt in your right
And raise your left
You blessed so you should just say yes (yes)
Word is bond son
I told y'all like 15 thousand years ago
That niggas was coming back for that shit
That real niggas was gonna re-emerge and
Take fake niggas off the map
And now that time is here baby, it's 2K