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15.02.2011 |
1. | Station Identification (Intro) (feat. Fatman Scoop) |
2. | The Invitation (feat. Q-Tip & Fatman Scoop) |
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4. | War (instrumental) |
5. | Bring Me Down Pt. 2 |
6. | Enemies |
7. | Friends |
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10. | Preacher (feat. Lee Fields & The Expressions) |
11. | It's Alright (feat. Marsha Ambrosius) |
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13. | Give It To Me (feat. Raheem DeVaughn) |
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16. | Oh Yeah (Our Babies) |
17. | And the Winner Is... (feat. Bun B) |
18. | Too Long (hidden track; feat. Black Thought) |
* | It's Cold |
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* | On My Way |
* | Bring Me Down Pt. 1 |
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Station Identification (Intro) |
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[Come On Baby (Remix) feat. Jay-Z & Swizz Beatz]
[Just Blaze:]
You know we had to do a remix, right? (Yea, Jus Bleezy)
[Swizz Beatz:]
Hey - hands UP!
Hey - hands UP!
[Just Blaze:]
Ladies and gentlemen, you STILL rockin with the best
I bought a few friends along, we gon do it like this, c'mon
ONE (ONE) TWO (TWO) THREE - HERE WE GO!
[Saigon:]
It's the critically acclaimed, lyrically insane
The rhyme like her-oin, you stick it in ya vein
The track somethin like crack, it hits ya in ya brain (ya brain)
C'mon baby, c'mon c'mon and get with the gang
They put the world's most underrated
On the record with the greatest of all time, can't no one debate it
Some made it fun to say that I am goin to make it
I will not lose, some of the shit he do is too understated (I... will... not... lose)
(Who you?) Saigon the Don
Let it be proved to people that I'm a phenomenon
I'll pop a pussy person that play with my parmasean
C'mon baby, c'mon come get it on with the 'Gon
You gotta be kiddin me! Who you think can body me lyrically
Get him - I'll gladly provide his ABSITE, sissy
My name Saigitty, this is MY city!
Hov' spit it with me - go get 'em Swizzy!
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Hold up, the pump will make you jump up, put ya body in the tr-unk
Keep goin now...
New York, and all the way to Cali and the South'll make ya ju-ump
Don't touch the boy, yup!
Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up, put ya body in the tr-unk
I'll whip ya ass from
New York, and all the way to Cali and the South'll make ya ju-ump
ONE, TWO, THREE, WE GONE!
[Jay-Z:]
You ain't crazy, don't you play me, don't you know it's Jay-Z?
When internets ask who's the best, why won't you say me?
Don't you hate me? C'mon baby, was it all gravy?
I took my lumps comin up just like a boxer baby
My first style - hmm, maybe if I stuttered, maybe
But then I slowed it down, brought it from the gutter baby
Mat'a fact, I don't give a FUCK where you rate me
Record labels told me, "No" - guess what the fuck they made me? !
Super rich! Stupid bitches know I'm super viscious
Like, standin over a wounded man with, two biscuits
Let's get it clear like eucalyptus, if you conflicted
My flow is like the Cuban Missle Crisis
Nigga, my hand missles in priceless
I hide a couple rare jewels in a verse
For my niggaz that like to listen like this
Hahahaha - you gotta let it do what it do, baby
C'MON!
[Chorus]
[Saigon:]
Four finger, three finger, two finger, one finger
Humdinger, gun slinger, that's what I am
I spit it slick as the shit that's in a Crisco can
So you should, c'mon baby, c'mon c'mon and get witcha man
Got the rap shit down to a chemistry
Lotta fakes in the industry, but I don't let them get to me
I rock for my brothers that's locked in the penitentary
Me, Jay and Swizzy got the "Symphony of the Century"
Roc-A-Fella, Fort Knox, fucker ya heard that!
I don't know where you be, but see I be where the birds at
She ask me buy her a drink, I get her some 'gnac
Then it's, c'mon baby, c'mon c'mon let's merk to the back
And way before my contract, I had hoes
Rappers claim that they had broads, but I doubt that they was bad broads
I'm feelin disrespected
If ev'rybody fuckin dimes, who got all these UGLY bitches pregnant? !
[Chorus]
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You know the feeling when your back is up against the wall
People say they love you but you ain't convinced at all
Tell them they're full of shit they tell you you're insecure
Calling you immature, does that make sense to ya?
You ever feel like it's you against the world?
Like everybody is scheming even your only girl
Your home boy seem to be counting your money
Tell him you ain't got it and he's looking at your fund
Feeling like I prolly need to even leave the game alone
And even be the cheat that bang the chrome and get his name on
How does this saigon story end how? Know what they're saying but now
They say I'm a killer, I feel I'm entitled as I can be
And don't let your... as... me, I can be no villain
Ya all can't bring me down, ya all can't bring me down
Ya all can't bring me down, I can be no villain, ya all can't bring me down
I'm too high but it's not from the drugs, it's not from the drinks
It's not from my night at the club, it's not from my... not when I cop from the dealer
I would tell you but if I'd tell you, then I gotta kill you
I've been around the low while looking kind of scared
It's... my Corvette is still wet behind the ears
Some niggers look hard, but I don't feel the dread behind this fear
I'm looking for fixing, they could be volunteers
And there's somebody jump out the window and try to stop me
I wait the niggers to shoot'em like I was a paparazzi
Man these... knock'em a Masserati
And jump off the back, turn your block into Nagasaki
I shouldn't have to always make an issue with the pistol
Just to prove the... that here tissue to the gristle
How does this saigon story end how? Know what they're saying but now
They say I'm a killer, I feel I'm entitled as I can be
And don't let your... as... me, I can be no villain
Ya all can't bring me down, ya all can't bring me down
Ya all can't bring me down, I can be no villain, ya all can't bring me down
I'm too high but it's not from the drugs, high on life, yo, I'm from above
Ya all can't bring me down, ya all can't bring me down
The in principle saigon, 1 2 3 go
They say I'm a killer, I feel I'm entitled as I can be
And don't let your... as... me, I can be no villain
Ya all can't bring me down, ya all can't bring me down
Ya all can't bring me down, I can be no villain, ya all can't bring me down.
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We try our best to survive, and keep our heads to the sky,, it?s that stress and depression goodbye
If we could just get it right, oh, oh
Do away with the club and the drug spots
Do away with the judge and the mug shots
Like we do away with the day when the sun drops
Clap your hands if you?re tired of hearing gunshots
Or hear news about who got popped
By another black man or knocking a white cop
If I ain?t there when they start ? the fight stop like oh
Slow your roller be collers the ice pop yo
We gotta start helping each other quit hurting each other
Money you have a nigger take it by murdering his mother
How does it feel being slave to a dollar bill?
Give your something I can bill, ya for real
Do away with all the Chinese restaurants
Do away with all the fakes Gloria Estefans
Clap your hands if you love it and just play shit
Cause we don?t just make songs, we make statements
We try our best to survive, and keep our heads to the sky, , it?s that stress and depression goodbye
If we could just get it right, oh ok
Do away with the hip hop police force,
Fuck the pigs, I was taught not to eat pork
Clap your hands if you ain?t forget what you came for
Clap again and you?re ready to see the change come
I used to live in the same slum as Mike Tyson and ?
That?s where the knuckle came from
Spring Valley had the same bond
We had to stay and hide ?cause we ain?t had an income
Now they on the track like when the train come
Now ravages ? vip said so
And with my man ? you?re just about to witness history
Clap, clap, clap your hands if you love it and just play shit
We try our best to survive, and keep our heads to the sky, , it?s that stress and depression goodbye
If we could just get it right, oh ok
We trying our best to survive, tell me when we?re gonna get it right
Just keep our heads to the sky, it?s that stress and depression goodbye
Oh ok, oh ok, oh ok, oh ok, oh ok
Oh ok, oh ok, oh ok, oh ok, oh ok
Tell me when we?re gonna get it right
All we gotta do is keep our heads to the sky, I don?t know you holler that ? hear me now, oh ok.
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Oh
Clap
Whoa, oh
We keep rising to the top
Whoa, oh
And keep eyes out for the cops
Whoa, oh
And that's what it gon' be
Whoa, oh
'Cause you ain't gon' stop me
They got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meet
You just trying to keep your kids off the street
You gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream)
Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve)
Uh, oh
They got you locked in a hole, 19 years old
10 years, no chance for parole
They better believe it (That's right, tell them again)
Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend)
Whoa, oh
After the sunshine come the rain, after the fun time come the pain
I often wonder if it's gonna change
I caught a bad case of Smacking-Bitch-I-Itits (What happened?)
I came home, my wife got my daughter in shitty diapers (Damn)
The rice is still raw and the meat is still frozen in the freezer
I hate that I'm to close to her to leave her
Either I hit the street to do some pitching, knowing these dudes is snitching
Or die trying to make it as a musician
My living condition is not in the greatest condition (Nope)
And nah, I ain't bitching, I just gotta make a decision
Should I breeze past, hop out in a ski mask
Rob everything moving and cruise in a G-Class (Vroom)
But keep writing the heat that the street like it
Youngings is reciting my lyrics, so keep biting
Y'all niggas is thinking shit is easy, it's hard
One thing I know I'm a do is keep believing in God
Whoa, oh
We keep rising to the top
Whoa, oh
And keep eyes out for the cops
Whoa, oh
And that's what it gon' be
Whoa, oh
'Cause you ain't gon' stop me
They got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meet
You just trying to keep your kids off the street
You gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream)
Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve)
Uh, oh
They got you locked in a hole, 19 years old
10 years, no chance for parole
You better believe it (That's right, tell them again)
Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend)
Whoa, oh
After the fast songs come the slow, after the sad songs come some more (More)
This is the life I have come to know
Police is in Marquis', Chevy Caprices stroll
The young, hood boogers idolize Keyshia Cole
The rap figures throwing money in the air like it's pizza dough
People in the hood ain't eating though (Though)
I tried to help the labels see the vision
But they lowered me to a subdivision, you gotta be fucking kidding
They'd rather me pretend to be something I'm not
I'm the new Public Enemy, I'm different than Yung Joc
And nah, I ain't dissing, this nigga's up in the Forbes
Shit, I ain't made a dollar trying to rap for the cause
But in these next four bars, I'll tell you about Maleverly Laws
They enforcing on North American shores
Dog, if they can have rifles on their farms
Then I don't see why they knocked T.I. for trying to bear arms
Whoa, oh
We keep rising to the top
Whoa, oh
And keep eyes out for the cops
Whoa, oh
And that's what it gon' be
Whoa, oh
'Cause you ain't gon' stop me
They got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meet
You just trying to keep your kids off the street
You gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream)
Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve)
Uh, oh
They got you locked in a hole, 19 years old
10 years, no chance for parole
They better believe it (That's right, tell them again)
Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend)
Whoa, oh
Tell them wave at the artist, I feel like I'll make it regardless
Don't forget I'm the ex-con that made it the farthest (Yup)
Until the day that I lay with the martyrs
Or until the day I'm parlaying, playing with my sons and my daughters
I'mma remain the smartest, hardest working nigga in the business
Just Blaze, can I get a witness (Yessir)
See that they probably get it if I come out flop
Get dropped, go back to my block and get shot (Pop)
As they putting my body in that life-size Ziplock
Then you'll be saying "Damn, Giddy died for this hip-hop"
Or maybe it entail you to get locked
To another 20 in the rock for them to give me my props
Whatever the case may be
We do a census on who is the sickest lyricist, they say me
That's without a album out, y'all rated me
I drop one and I'mma bow out gracefully
Whoa, oh
We keep rising to the top
Whoa, oh
And keep eyes out for the cops
Whoa, oh
And that's what it gon' be
Whoa, oh
'Cause you ain't gon' stop me
They got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meet
You just trying to keep your kids off the street
You gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream)
Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve)
Uh, oh
They got you locked in a hole, 19 years old
10 years, no chance for parole
They better believe it (That's right, tell them again)
Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend)
Whoa, oh
Keep, keep, keep rising
Whoa, oh
Keep, keep, keep rising
Whoa, oh
Keep, keep, keep rising
Whoa, oh
Keep, keep, keep rising
Whoa, oh
Wooo!
We on the radio
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[feat. Devin the Dude]
[Talking:]
[Saigon:]
Yo shorty, let me get it in
Let me touch it then, let me touch it.
[Girl:]
No
[Saigon:]
Why you acting like that shorty?
You been fucking around for a while
You know what I'm saying
Let me stick the head in
[Girl:]
No
[Saigon:]
Check,
Shorty was a sweety, beleive me she was a darling
Even come cook up some grub, when I was starving
Never interuped the thug, she said pardon
Only 18, and still was fucking with Marvin
Her mother was a schoolteacher, her father was a sergeant
Them chickens in the club, my baby be out joggin'
Would even go as far, as giving the god noggin'
But when it came to the coochie, she just would not bargain
Did it all, takin' her shoppin', the ice department
Even put shorty up in a real nice apartment
Would come over at night sometime, with some roses and white wine
Tryin' to create the right time
For her to give me some behind, let me get it in
I know if I hit it once, she gon' want me to hit again
But she sayin' she tryin' to use discipline
I said look lil' mama, your not listening
Go head
[Devin:]
If your in love with me
And I'm in love with you
Then it's alright for us to do what the lovers do
Just follow my lead
I'll show you what to do
Cus' I know cuttin' is something your accustomed to
[Saigon:]
They say I gotta put a ring on her finger
Before I ding-a-ling her
I understand but the man ain't tryin' hear
My brain wanna shake her mother's hand
My dick wanna hit her father with a car, just for doing his job
Shit was coming so much of a problem god
Was stressin' me like them white broads, that seen me in Entourage
Seen what's in the car garage, shit is a mess
Brand new CLS, dressed up
I funkflex
That's besides the point, nigga I'm stressed
Either she give me some sex,
Or this relationship is put to a rest
Rather leave her than do her dirty son, this birdies the best
I had to show that respect,
She didn't deserve less
Step 2, I'm like boo either we do what it do
Or you can give me the keys to the view cus' we through
She started cryin' like, how could you do
As I turned to walk away, I heard a soft voice come out the blue, say
[Hook: Girl]
After all the time you needed me
How could you just turn and leave me here
Never to look back and see me
Didn't you swear that you would treat me fair
[Saigon:]
Yeah, but I was lyin' yo
And I ain't no thundercat
The skirt you got on mami, I want what's up under that
The shirt you got on boo boo
I want what's up under that
I wanna see your booty, get do to do the thunderclap
[Chorus]
[Hook: Saigon]
Boo, boo, (Yeah)
I know you thinkin' I'm a foul type man
But I ain't really seeing how I can't
When I'm just trying to get my nuts out the sand
Without my hand
Boo, Boo
I know you think I'm a rude type dude
Spend all my money at the Moulon Rouge
Laying up with some shorty cute like you
But nah I'm [?]
Doing this for guess who
Yes,
Yes,
Yes,
[Talking: Girl]
I don't know what else to say
I mean, what you want me to say?
[Saigon:]
Say Yes Bitch
C'mon
[Chorus]
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[feat. Layzie Bone]
[Intro: Layzie Bone]
Hey, hey, it's lil' Lay
Saigon, Just Blaze
Just out here in the field man
Tryin to make these ends meet, you know?
Every time you look around it's some shit goin down
Man we tryin to make a better way
Saigon, talk to 'em man
Tell 'em how we tryin to do this man!
[Saigon:]
Check, my heart is hurtin and my soul's searchin for a better way
I was born in Mooseknuckle where the kid was led astray
Then I moved to B.K., where I fell in love with guns
Fast forward six years later I'm a felon on the run with one
Renegade Run was my alias
And even when I was whylin the 'gon was a Don like Cornelius
Them hoes used to chase me around
None of my niggaz surprised, I got models givin face to me now
That I roll with a super producer plus keep the booth in a stupor
That's your dog? Call him, or we're meetin is [?]
I try to put all of my trouble-makin days behind me
But it seem like them fuckers always find some way to find me
I never thought that Just Blaze would sign me (why?)
Cause he know that I fight a lot and he know my Nation is rangin grimy (yeah)
That's how I know that nigga for real
Took a chance on givin a trill nigga a deal
[Chorus: Layzie Bone (Saigon)]
Although we thuggin and we be buggin we do be tryin to find a better way
(Tryin to find a better way)
And I'd be lyin if I said that we wasn't tryin to keep our pockets paid
(Tryin to keep our pockets, paid)
Although we grindin we on the grind and cause we tryin to reach our destiny
(Tryin to reach our destiny kid)
Whether it's hell (it's hell) whether it's jail (it's jail)
[Both:] Or it's the cover of the XXL!
[Saigon:]
I never thought rhymin would help me climb the ladder of success
Niggaz thought by now that I woulda took the magnum to the chest
Or have the staggerin arrest record for dabblin in this
I knew I shouldn'ta been in since I'm fresh up out the pen
But N-O spell 'no' sucka, I kill 'em with the flow fucka
You could compare me to no other
I'm so scared of my temper, what if somebody try me?
What if I gotta prove that I still use the shotty?
Atlantic Records would dropped me, police is gon' knock me
Them bitches is gon' laugh at me, the haters is gon' party
And I'll be back in the yard
With old timers callin me a GODDAMN FOOL for clappin ratchets at y'all
I'm tellin you this, so you know I'm fully aware
And very mindful, that I will throw away my career
And let one of you little bitch niggaz step in my square
And I'll show you I keep the weapon right here, aiyyo Belly come here!
[Chorus]
[Saigon:]
Check it, look
I'm hardly never low-key so it's hard to get to know me
Got enemies in the street that's still targetin to smoke me
It must make 'em sick to see me as godly [?] in the movie
Wait 'til they start spendin money to market and promote me
Why would y'all wanna stop me?
I changed my life around, put the rifle down, niggaz still plottin to Big and 'Pac me
But on the contrilly I'm packin the mac-milly
And clappin at the first lil' faggot that act silly
It was my destiny to be here
I killed the mixtapes for three years, all original beats so be clear
And as fuckin fate would have it
I got connected with the best producer in the world so we can go in and make a classic
So when will you learn? I get deep without the Biblical terms
We livin in hell with no physical burn
That's why a nigga tryin to find a better way
And sayin hi to tomorrow, goodbye to yesterday
[Chorus]
[Saigon:]
Whether it's hell, whether it's jail
Or it's the cover of the XXL!
Whether it's hell, whether it's jail
Or it's the cover of the XXL! [echoes]
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when you feel like your life is getting started stagnated
you know it?s time for a change, said
i?ve been here for too long
i gotta find my way out now, lord tell me what?s going on
i?ve been here for too long
time is ..remind of myself, there?s no right way to do wrong,
i?ve been waiting for too long, i?ma make it right soon, i could do it,
i just gotta be strong, i?ve been here for too long,
?cause i?ve been here for too long.
come on,
now and never, can?t stay in the same situation forever
god give it together
my cousin?.the other..
people use to speculate was it because of ? and just probably gone
he used to .. bite his nails?i used to tell them nigga sos fight to death
pinch in their heart, i never thought would listen to the ?
when i would tell em i could be in adittion to the ..
to my surprise this nigga want to get a job
now i?ll be here ?benefit to ?
and i applaud and whatever could climb out the hood..i could climb out for good
the hood is where the haters .. just to bring some paper ..turn around make track
i got a key i ?you could say what you want.
[Chorus:]
i?ve been here for too long i gotta find my way out now,
lord tell me what?s going on, i?ve been here for too long
time is ..remind of myself, there?s no right way to do wrong,
i?ve been waiting for too long, i?ma make it right soon, i could do it,
i just gotta be strong, i?ve been here for too long,
?cause i?ve been here for too long.
?too black and too strong, never been here for too long,
never did it right ?cause all i knew was how do wrong,
my people tellin? me to cut it out like a new man instead like a new born,
sometimes wanna .. is difficult to .. is different ? is sitting ..stop..time to get move on
?tryin to find ? do what a long ?cause the truth is too down like ?
like the .. you wanna change for ..
[Chorus:]
i know that ..who says she got his customers smoke ?measure in ..
i barely remember ?i used ..and explain how a ..cocaine..head
you hear the beat.. that?s the same ?one night she woke up but ..in the crack out
?not upon a face..tryin ? doing wrong..said is just ..it might seem like the ?
last night ..thirteen ?i?ve been here for too long,
i?ve been here for too long, i?ve been here for too long.
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I've been down this road before
I'm still I'm still who you're looking for
Oh I've been looking for place to hide
I feel I feel your eyes
See right through my life
These young artist are striving
They say it's hard surviving
They only authorizing
That Rap is just disharmonizing
Tell them not to worry
Music it's just modernizing
I beg to differ, cause if you look upon the horizion
You see a star is rising go by the handle flying
He like a man of Iron compared to these dandilions
And what come back? the underground I been run that.
It just suck.im so stuck, to the street like a run flat
THou it only it take one track
to get you back, on my nutsack
Im feeling like where the fuck is the love that
I might as well make it rain, sleet, snow, hail, In this dry spell. I might as well come out of my shell, hell
Cause hip hop aint been the same since i left it
Trying to be Posititve I guess was the wrong method.
Cause You can bring the Dick to the Pussy
But ya cant make um F it.
and now look what im left with...this
I've been down this road before
I'm still I'm still who you're looking for
Oh I've been looking for place to hide
I feel I feel your eyes
See right through my life
We got a black prez
Still alot of crackheads
My grandmother still cant afford her back meds.
KRS already taught about them black feds
They dont wanna see us live
should we act dead?
Then they wondering why n*****s rocking that red
Its the only sensible lifestyle ........
tryn put in his head the more blood thats his block the more blood gunna shed
check check what he said
He said out here dodging the mortuary is not out of the ordinary
My people are so calm that its scary
and when we in the war why we aint worried
like a young G in the street
its how I want to be barried
look shorty {...?...}
Here go a thinkin cap, now put it on
with that mentality your as good as gone
lying there with the bistanders looking on
I aint trying to clip your cone
Im trying to put you on
I've been down this road before
I'm still I'm still who you're looking for
Oh I've been looking for place to hide
I feel I feel your eyes
See right through my life
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[Chorus:]
I want it all!
I want the cars in the fancy...
I want the light, the success it brings!
I want the love and the parallel respect
That's the way it's seen.
I said I want it all!
I said I want it all!
O.K. I want a...
So what I want even more it's finally getting in the door.
I want the critics to give me the credits that I deserve,
Wanna show off my vicious...
I want to save money, so what's the... [?]
I want people to see that I was popular before Entourage,
I wanna know if my sister is fucking, is she protected,
I want that President Obama to get reelected.
I want the kind of drama that I'm doing to be accepted,
... in town, I'll probably be rejected.
I want no integrity,
I want Saigon to be stronger that I'll ever be,
When I'm gone no insanity,
I want mom's receipt for sweet potato pie I used to die for.
I want a reply, yo!
I want it all!
[Chorus]
I want to be my...
I want people to be honest, even when it offends me,
Unless they won't wake up the violence asleep within me.
I want to think everybody wants the day to shine,
I want to earn the truth,..
I want you and you to learn how to rhyme.
I can't put yourself against...
I want the kids in the ghetto to go to school,
Want them know culture,
Wanting them to know that the fraud is so uncool.
I want to know who's related in gang bang,
It will entertain me,
Probably the same dude with a...
I want hip hop to stop providing this deformity,
I want the opportunity!
I promised my brothers I won't stop!
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I want to send the receipts to Mr...
I want to feel if... ass is real,
I want to know if you're dangerous, so...
I wanna welcome myself back in the rap,
I want everybody to imagine it now,
I was the one...
I wanna welcome myself back in the rap,
You think I came this far, for me the mother fucking fall?
Hell no!
I said I want it all!
I said I want it all!
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