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Saigon - Not Like Them Lyrics lyrics
[Intro]
 [Verse 1: Saigon]
 I could be parallell to bad as hell
 Equivalent to ignorant
 Depends on the matter, well, if its that insignificant
 Ill just have to tell a nigga to kick rocks with flip flops
 Rappers rather tell than sit in a cell to snitch hop
 I aint paying to disc jock, he aint getting the wrist-watch
 Im the realest to make it, he takin dick in the shit box
 I kinda get why Im legit, mostly to the folks who think dominant
 I see why dishonest shit is so prominent
 See the kids that rhymin it, that aint lived not a line of it
 You aint hood money not good money ya counterfeit
 The kind of a jan, I get on some lo-lo for lanna shit
 Name a state now fivin it, with that coke in them llamas, bitch
 Hold up, what time is it? The clock strike ten
 I guarantee none of yall be on the block like him
 Cock the fifth back you get baffled, click clack, you skipped that
 Lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like them
 The record labels are scared of me, internet gotta bag me
 First they said I was gangsta, then they said not exactly
 I rap about politicians, rap about protect
 They loosin the manuevers that Edgar Hoover reenacted
 Being on my black shit, they be tryna silence me
 But to do that shit, they have to do it violentlySaigon - Not Like Them Lyrics - http://motolyrics.com/saigon/not-like-them-lyrics-lyrics.html
 Clack clack that act back
 Rat-at-at that backjack
 A lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like them
 [Verse 2: Styles P]
 A lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like them
 Yall niggas is luke-warm, yall aint hot like them
 Them motherfuckers my brothers, they aint my friends
 We the band with the bond, from grams on the arm
 A lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like them
 Yall niggas is luke-warm, yall aint hot like them
 Them motherfuckers my brothers, they aint my friends
 We the band with the bond, from grams on the arm
 The uncut dope, ya had to land on a farm
 Rapping on arenas, rubberbands to the mobs
 Getting high to Sinatra, in the sands of the palms
 Reminiscing my rapping with BIG, the man with the don
 Niggas did it big, but not like them
 Drink champange in the ocean just to drown my sins
 Should have (?) a valet, roll around my Benz
 These niggas know my beginning, but not my end
 Its me and Saigon in the pizons
 Never behind us like we vary our zones
 Go ahead and chill out, get your vibe on
 Cause this could be the day that you died on








