Saigon, Statik Selektah - So Cruel lyrics
[Saigon, Statik Selektah - So Cruel lyrics]
I ain't no joke, '09 uh, huh s to the A man
I'm the same kid that tried
To murder your brother
Now I'm on the muhfuckin' Murder Dog cover
Act like a nonbeliever go 'head
Act like you ain't read about a
Nigga in the Don Diva
It wasn't for my rhymes neither
It was 'bout how I cocked the gat
Shot a cat back in nine fever
Why The Source gave me Rhyme of the Month?
When I shoulda got the rhyme
Of modern day time fuck these niggas
(Hold on) Let's see
This is, this is some MC shit, yo
You gotta be a real MC to
Spit on these beats man hell yeah, man
I could be richer than Phil
Drummond and still bummin'
And I know the difference between a
Bitch and a real woman
Niggas stay up 25 hours a night
Any coward could write
They bark but they bite, don't devour the mic
I am the wildest in sight been in the pen
So I can tell you how it was like
I done seen Bloods faces pourin' it out
Six in the morning, COs yellin'
"Order: get out!"
Now fuck that it's not what the song is about
This is about you weak rap niggas that's out
And y'all bitches in the crowd that
Wouldn't give us no rhythm when my shit pop
I ain't gon' give you no jizzle
Nothin' but "fuck yous" and bad criticism
Obama is the pres but I voted for "?"
I'm the meaning of lyricism
If it's somebody that feel different
Give him my digit's tell him to hit 'em
He can call me on the late
Night or early in the morn
And that's my word, bond we gon' get it on
And I don't care if y'all get along
Cause y'all niggas is cum
Y'all niggas just ain't that strong
I'm showing off with Statik it
Ain't only Just now and I don't smoke cigs
But, I'll give you a bust down
Creep by wherever you hang and bust rounds
You gon' hear the sound of the pound now
Thou shall not fuck with nor say BIG rhyme
If you ain't one of the
Sean's the shit's corn
Moving right along, my name's Saigon
The future of rap, faggot, the next icon
If I could just keep that gun in the house
Or for five fucking minutes
Stop runnin' my mouth
Shit, I'd be alright niggas ain't tight
They don't write the kind of
Rhymes that I write
Right, right, I'm lyrical, five-mic material
Nigga, you love the rizzle and I
Like to give it to you
So let's make things nice and clear
I'm shitting on the whole game twice a year
And they scared bitch
Let my people go i did my time
I'm the same kid that tried
To murder your brother
Now I'm on the muhfuckin' Murder Dog cover
Act like a nonbeliever go 'head
Act like you ain't read about a
Nigga in the Don Diva
It wasn't for my rhymes neither
It was 'bout how I cocked the gat
Shot a cat back in nine fever
Why The Source gave me Rhyme of the Month?
When I shoulda got the rhyme
Of modern day time fuck these niggas
(Hold on) Let's see
This is, this is some MC shit, yo
You gotta be a real MC to
Spit on these beats man hell yeah, man
I could be richer than Phil
Drummond and still bummin'
And I know the difference between a
Bitch and a real woman
Niggas stay up 25 hours a night
Any coward could write
They bark but they bite, don't devour the mic
I am the wildest in sight been in the pen
So I can tell you how it was like
I done seen Bloods faces pourin' it out
Six in the morning, COs yellin'
"Order: get out!"
Now fuck that it's not what the song is about
This is about you weak rap niggas that's out
And y'all bitches in the crowd that
Wouldn't give us no rhythm when my shit pop
I ain't gon' give you no jizzle
Nothin' but "fuck yous" and bad criticism
Obama is the pres but I voted for "?"
I'm the meaning of lyricism
If it's somebody that feel different
Give him my digit's tell him to hit 'em
He can call me on the late
Night or early in the morn
And that's my word, bond we gon' get it on
And I don't care if y'all get along
Cause y'all niggas is cum
Y'all niggas just ain't that strong
I'm showing off with Statik it
Ain't only Just now and I don't smoke cigs
But, I'll give you a bust down
Creep by wherever you hang and bust rounds
You gon' hear the sound of the pound now
Thou shall not fuck with nor say BIG rhyme
If you ain't one of the
Sean's the shit's corn
Moving right along, my name's Saigon
The future of rap, faggot, the next icon
If I could just keep that gun in the house
Or for five fucking minutes
Stop runnin' my mouth
Shit, I'd be alright niggas ain't tight
They don't write the kind of
Rhymes that I write
Right, right, I'm lyrical, five-mic material
Nigga, you love the rizzle and I
Like to give it to you
So let's make things nice and clear
I'm shitting on the whole game twice a year
And they scared bitch
Let my people go i did my time