Saigon - What Am I Gonna Do lyrics
[Saigon - What Am I Gonna Do lyrics]
Yeah uh, huh, uh huh arsonist, baby uh, uh
Saigon abandoned Nation errybody
Keep it moving
Let ‘em know, god what you gonna do?
What? When there’s like that’s crazy look
Look
You ain’t a thug
Bitch you lack too much courage
You should just listen to motherfuckers just
Throw your raps in the rubbage
In the snub is a full clip, I pull it
Give you and whoever had the nerve
To publish that bullshit a bullet
What, y’all forgot? ‘Member
Pac told us the prognosis?
These faggot-ass rappers is not
Soldiers they cock-a-roaches
I handle a Glock ferocious
Go on the roof of your
Projects, look over the edge
And just drop explosives
Hate them rappers like I hate the DTs
All it take is one
Slug or three-thousand-thirty-three BBs
Putting out these weak CDs and EPs
Unoriginal steez
Riding other niggas’ wee-wees
Seen Ds beat niggas to death with CBs
Seen missiles every Christmas Eve send
MCs to get free cheese
How I’m gon’ rap about eating
Kiwis in a sea breeze back home
The air’s filled with dirty
Disease and weed seeds
Boom! Please, what you gonna do?
When there’s like six of my sons with
Big shotguns in front of you?
Who will you run to? Need to ask yourself
Dude (What am I gonna do?)
I said, "Boom! What you gonna do?
When there’s like six of my sons with
Big shotguns in front of you?
Who will you run to? Need to ask yourself
Dude" (What am I gonna do? Am I gonna
Do? Am I gonna do? If I)
Boom brrat! Let’s go
I said, "If love is pain
Then would it be unconditional love if I
Put a hot slug in your brain?"
If the streets is watching
Why the fuck ain’t no police is dropping?
Why are my cousins selling the crack
And my niece is copping?
All my uncles in the beast forgotten?
Y’all could live through the
Eyes of me, killer
And we gon’ keep it popping
Twenty-two years
I shed ess than twenty-two tears
Every day, drinking like twenty-two beers
And blowing the 44 going to war, paw
With the same niggas who moms I used
To go to the store for
All over the love of what else?
What, the block? What, the dough? What
A ho with no respect for herself?
Naw, bop, I can’t see Comstock
‘Less I’m going to visit my little me
Little E locked in D Block
And I ain’t talking ‘bout Sheek and them
I’m talking ‘bout TP, big Puerto Rican Malik
And them
Boom! Bitch, what you gonna do?
When there’s like six of my sons with
Big shotguns in front of you?
Who will you running to?
Need to ask yourself, dude
(What am I gonna do?)
I said, "Boom! What you gonna do?
When there’s like six of my sons with
Big shotguns in front of you?
Who will you run to? Need to ask yourself
Dude" (What am I gonna do? Am I gonna
Do? Am I gonna do? If I)
Yeah, DJ Kay Slay from around the away
The Drama King y’all know
How I put this shit down i’m
Chilling with my nigga Saigon
The best of the
Newest muhfuckers representing on the
Streets we want to send much love to all the
Niggas upstate, all the niggas downstate, all
The niggas in the Fed penitentiary
And all the female that’s doing that hardcore
Time ‘cause they commit crimes too
All our criminal muhfuckers rock to this
Shit right here let’s go
Saigon abandoned Nation errybody
Keep it moving
Let ‘em know, god what you gonna do?
What? When there’s like that’s crazy look
Look
You ain’t a thug
Bitch you lack too much courage
You should just listen to motherfuckers just
Throw your raps in the rubbage
In the snub is a full clip, I pull it
Give you and whoever had the nerve
To publish that bullshit a bullet
What, y’all forgot? ‘Member
Pac told us the prognosis?
These faggot-ass rappers is not
Soldiers they cock-a-roaches
I handle a Glock ferocious
Go on the roof of your
Projects, look over the edge
And just drop explosives
Hate them rappers like I hate the DTs
All it take is one
Slug or three-thousand-thirty-three BBs
Putting out these weak CDs and EPs
Unoriginal steez
Riding other niggas’ wee-wees
Seen Ds beat niggas to death with CBs
Seen missiles every Christmas Eve send
MCs to get free cheese
How I’m gon’ rap about eating
Kiwis in a sea breeze back home
The air’s filled with dirty
Disease and weed seeds
Boom! Please, what you gonna do?
When there’s like six of my sons with
Big shotguns in front of you?
Who will you run to? Need to ask yourself
Dude (What am I gonna do?)
I said, "Boom! What you gonna do?
When there’s like six of my sons with
Big shotguns in front of you?
Who will you run to? Need to ask yourself
Dude" (What am I gonna do? Am I gonna
Do? Am I gonna do? If I)
Boom brrat! Let’s go
I said, "If love is pain
Then would it be unconditional love if I
Put a hot slug in your brain?"
If the streets is watching
Why the fuck ain’t no police is dropping?
Why are my cousins selling the crack
And my niece is copping?
All my uncles in the beast forgotten?
Y’all could live through the
Eyes of me, killer
And we gon’ keep it popping
Twenty-two years
I shed ess than twenty-two tears
Every day, drinking like twenty-two beers
And blowing the 44 going to war, paw
With the same niggas who moms I used
To go to the store for
All over the love of what else?
What, the block? What, the dough? What
A ho with no respect for herself?
Naw, bop, I can’t see Comstock
‘Less I’m going to visit my little me
Little E locked in D Block
And I ain’t talking ‘bout Sheek and them
I’m talking ‘bout TP, big Puerto Rican Malik
And them
Boom! Bitch, what you gonna do?
When there’s like six of my sons with
Big shotguns in front of you?
Who will you running to?
Need to ask yourself, dude
(What am I gonna do?)
I said, "Boom! What you gonna do?
When there’s like six of my sons with
Big shotguns in front of you?
Who will you run to? Need to ask yourself
Dude" (What am I gonna do? Am I gonna
Do? Am I gonna do? If I)
Yeah, DJ Kay Slay from around the away
The Drama King y’all know
How I put this shit down i’m
Chilling with my nigga Saigon
The best of the
Newest muhfuckers representing on the
Streets we want to send much love to all the
Niggas upstate, all the niggas downstate, all
The niggas in the Fed penitentiary
And all the female that’s doing that hardcore
Time ‘cause they commit crimes too
All our criminal muhfuckers rock to this
Shit right here let’s go