See any could umm... write a rap
But not too many people can paint a picture
I remember what my pops said to me, man

Must've been about 12 years old, man
He said...


Saigon:

Even ^!$$%s can get (*##$ slapped

Reverse is any rappers a mismatch
@@#! back his gat, bangin' harder than big Shaq
Really wanna risk that?

Havin' nobody ever get charged with your body
Cuz nobody know where it's at?
I'm the verbal aristocrat

If everything's everything and this is that
And when is why and what how it is
%#@! is cowardice my poetical prowess as fat as Albert is

Style is wildin' metallic cuz challengers get the calibers
It was July 5th, takin' flicks with some chicks but my ^!$$% still behind bricks
Havin' a bump and a conflict, me and three chocolate hoes

Leanin' with my foot on top of the Mo', these hoes in a provocative pose
Outta nowhere came a ^!$$% 'bout 6'6" 280
Grabbed one of these (*##$es up and was like "(*##$ is you crazy?

Looked over at me, his expression started to switch a bit
Somethin' told me not to take a picture with this (*##$ and %#@!
Tried to tell black "Black, all the beefin' is wack.

Sorry I hugged your (*##$, black. Look I shouldn't of did that.
Besides, there's a hundred more (*##$es that I could spit at."
He said "$#&@ a (*##$, see this whip a miracle did that.

And you $#&@ wit 'em I know cuz ^!$$%s told me flat out.
Plus on all them songs you on, you be givin 'em shout outs."
I said "Without doubt and I'm sorry hear about you gettin' ducked out

But you knew them ^!$$%s was fittin' to duck style."
He said "So what now?" Took a swing at my left cheek then
3 D's stepped back and looked around for policemen

But I ain't seen none, told son gimme the gun
These the only two clips you got son? Emptying one
He said "Sai, what about what we talked about? In the scope about to spit some alters out

Man, he said he heard it from the horse's mouth
Anything, punch, kick, yap him or pistol smack him B, you ain't gotta clap 'em B
All that rappin' I'm goin' to toss him off this captain B

%#@! be havin' me agony (and plus) I know you ain't trying to go back G, exactly
What we gon' do? Just flex in this big S bumpin' this in the cassette deck
Direct from the projects step, before they can catch it on Flex

Us spittin' death on the Flex then say yes, (YES)

If you be livin' for death and don't be givin' a f

And then hit a pig in the vest and say yes, YES
If you be puffin' the cess and layin' sunk in the S
And then punch a punk in the chest and say yes, YES

If you a gangsta, if you a hustla, and not a busta then say yes, $#&@er

Quiet

S to the A
Art of story tellin', haha
Nobody do it like me ^!$$%, $#&@ that