Saigon, Q-Tip, Fatman Scoop - The Invitation lyrics
[Saigon, Q-Tip, Fatman Scoop - The Invitation lyrics]
Ain't nothin' stoppin this murder
In this Metropolis i represent the poor and
Profitless corner monopolists
The pessimist outnumber the optimist on
The block and it's
Coppers that got binoculars cause
I can feel them watchin us
(Feel em watchin us) If only they knew
What we had a pocket of
They probably swarm in without a
Warning pointin Glocks at us
Get downbut this is gettin us paid
So at a very tender age we
Learned the tricks of the trade
Copping coke to cooking it to
Chipping it with the blade
To baggin and pitchin to gettin rid
Of it in a raid
Most of us would never get to the stage
When it's lawyers and bail
Hell we're happy to get sticked in the cage
And it's crazy we be out
Here for days upon days
Makin just enough to get
Some licks, some kicks, and some haze
It's a damn shame we're placed
In a no win situation
The party is in the pen and
The blow is the invitation
Fishkill, Rikers Island you don't stop
Greenhaven all day you don't stop
Hold it down in Rahway you don't stop
You gotta strive in Elmira you don't stop
Sullivan, Coxsackie you don't stop
All my peoples Auburn you don't stop
And last but not least for the sure shot
It's the abandoned nation
Theresa baby daddy got a bad
Habit of smoking money up
She gettin some stripper paper but saving
Up for a tummy tuck
Little man hungry as fuck
He only one-years-old
But knows he's unlucky and such
As he grows he gets bitter now
He acts up in class
He curses his teachers out tellin them
They can kiss his ass
Soon as he didn't pass his
Mama whoopin his ass
His pops is not around the boy is block bound
(Block bound) Not even 12 months later
He sucking on 40-ounces and
Pissing in elevators
Idolizin the guys with big rides
That's gettin the quick paper
And now he despises the shit taker
He 13 goin on 26 and a half
His only dream was to have bricks and a stash
Poppin the clutch and hittin the gas
So then he start dabblin
In the coke game pitchin for halves
Now he sittin in a cell
With an unpeculiar bail
He happened to make a sale
To an unfamiliar male
Who was an undercover cop his
Photo is at the station
The party is in the pen and
The blow is the invitation
Bayview, San Quentin you don't stop
North Branch, Connally you don't stop
Huntsville, Buckingham, and you don't stop
Greenville, James River you don't stop
The party is in the pen and
The government is promotin it
That's the reason I don't be believin
In all this votin shit
They bring the coke in this bitch
Ain't no poppy seeds in the p's please
There's nothing but a whole
Lot of hopelessness
That's where all the focus is
Makin sure the blacks
Stay in the back the same place that uh
Scoliosis is how can they lie with such
Compulsiveness we just sit around
Acting like as if this is
How we supposed to live
Fuck outta here, I can swear in bout a year
I'll have these suckas in explainin why the
Hell they still got us here
Still being treated like shit
Still gettin beat with nightsticks
Still attractin heat in my six
That's why we ride still drink
Barcardi and the Gin
Cause whitey trying to invite me to
The party in the pen
A body will get your ass up in VIP
And the burner will get you
In without showing your ID
The coke that'll get you in especially
If you cook it up
You RSVP to the party in the P
-enitentiary Saigiddy I am the truth
I ain't one of these kids
That lie to the youth, i'm living proof
Comstock in the house it don't stop
Sing Sing, uh you don't stop
Attica come on you don't stop
And Attica come on you don't stop
Out in Greenhaven you don't stop
And what it do Rahway you don't stop
Out west in Lompoc you don't stop
Is San Quentin in the house
And you don't stop
Over in Ironwood you don't stop
What about Arrendale you don't stop
North Branch do it up you don't stop
Over in Connelly you don't stop
Saigon the Yardfather you don't stop
Just Blaze on the beat he keeps it hot
And last but not least for the sure shot
It's the abandoned nation
Comstock's in the house hands up (hands up)
Sing Sing's in the house hands up (hands up)
Attica's in the house hands up (hands high)
Greenhaven's in the house hands up
(to the sky)
Rahway's in the house hands up (put em up)
Lompoc's in the house hands up (keep em up)
Elmira's in the house hands up (hands high)
Sullivan's in the house hands up
(put em up, put em up)
In this Metropolis i represent the poor and
Profitless corner monopolists
The pessimist outnumber the optimist on
The block and it's
Coppers that got binoculars cause
I can feel them watchin us
(Feel em watchin us) If only they knew
What we had a pocket of
They probably swarm in without a
Warning pointin Glocks at us
Get downbut this is gettin us paid
So at a very tender age we
Learned the tricks of the trade
Copping coke to cooking it to
Chipping it with the blade
To baggin and pitchin to gettin rid
Of it in a raid
Most of us would never get to the stage
When it's lawyers and bail
Hell we're happy to get sticked in the cage
And it's crazy we be out
Here for days upon days
Makin just enough to get
Some licks, some kicks, and some haze
It's a damn shame we're placed
In a no win situation
The party is in the pen and
The blow is the invitation
Fishkill, Rikers Island you don't stop
Greenhaven all day you don't stop
Hold it down in Rahway you don't stop
You gotta strive in Elmira you don't stop
Sullivan, Coxsackie you don't stop
All my peoples Auburn you don't stop
And last but not least for the sure shot
It's the abandoned nation
Theresa baby daddy got a bad
Habit of smoking money up
She gettin some stripper paper but saving
Up for a tummy tuck
Little man hungry as fuck
He only one-years-old
But knows he's unlucky and such
As he grows he gets bitter now
He acts up in class
He curses his teachers out tellin them
They can kiss his ass
Soon as he didn't pass his
Mama whoopin his ass
His pops is not around the boy is block bound
(Block bound) Not even 12 months later
He sucking on 40-ounces and
Pissing in elevators
Idolizin the guys with big rides
That's gettin the quick paper
And now he despises the shit taker
He 13 goin on 26 and a half
His only dream was to have bricks and a stash
Poppin the clutch and hittin the gas
So then he start dabblin
In the coke game pitchin for halves
Now he sittin in a cell
With an unpeculiar bail
He happened to make a sale
To an unfamiliar male
Who was an undercover cop his
Photo is at the station
The party is in the pen and
The blow is the invitation
Bayview, San Quentin you don't stop
North Branch, Connally you don't stop
Huntsville, Buckingham, and you don't stop
Greenville, James River you don't stop
The party is in the pen and
The government is promotin it
That's the reason I don't be believin
In all this votin shit
They bring the coke in this bitch
Ain't no poppy seeds in the p's please
There's nothing but a whole
Lot of hopelessness
That's where all the focus is
Makin sure the blacks
Stay in the back the same place that uh
Scoliosis is how can they lie with such
Compulsiveness we just sit around
Acting like as if this is
How we supposed to live
Fuck outta here, I can swear in bout a year
I'll have these suckas in explainin why the
Hell they still got us here
Still being treated like shit
Still gettin beat with nightsticks
Still attractin heat in my six
That's why we ride still drink
Barcardi and the Gin
Cause whitey trying to invite me to
The party in the pen
A body will get your ass up in VIP
And the burner will get you
In without showing your ID
The coke that'll get you in especially
If you cook it up
You RSVP to the party in the P
-enitentiary Saigiddy I am the truth
I ain't one of these kids
That lie to the youth, i'm living proof
Comstock in the house it don't stop
Sing Sing, uh you don't stop
Attica come on you don't stop
And Attica come on you don't stop
Out in Greenhaven you don't stop
And what it do Rahway you don't stop
Out west in Lompoc you don't stop
Is San Quentin in the house
And you don't stop
Over in Ironwood you don't stop
What about Arrendale you don't stop
North Branch do it up you don't stop
Over in Connelly you don't stop
Saigon the Yardfather you don't stop
Just Blaze on the beat he keeps it hot
And last but not least for the sure shot
It's the abandoned nation
Comstock's in the house hands up (hands up)
Sing Sing's in the house hands up (hands up)
Attica's in the house hands up (hands high)
Greenhaven's in the house hands up
(to the sky)
Rahway's in the house hands up (put em up)
Lompoc's in the house hands up (keep em up)
Elmira's in the house hands up (hands high)
Sullivan's in the house hands up
(put em up, put em up)