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Saigon - Oh Yeah lyrics
Suckas can't survive without philosophyin'
 When somebody dies you see why I'm not surprised
 Had a plot to rise since I looked into the doctors eyes
 Since I started drinking milk through was homogenized
 I was strived with or without a pops to provide
 Mom still cries cause she fell for a crock of lie
 I try to teach her to fight her fear
 I try to teach her to wipe her tear
 Don't worry, shit gon' be a'ight this year
 I'm at the top of my game, just watch for my name
 Better off popping my brain than poppin' my chain
 I claim king without dropping a thing
 When they ask if I'm best I reminisce to the banging'
 The drama's pitiful, little niggas is homicidical
 Couple meals ago shorty was eating through his umbilical
 Now he feel he unkillable
 The wrong altercation will leave his ass with a long abrasion
 I try to make my life to focal through rhyme
 These niggas do vocal booth crime
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 I shot niggas multiple times
 But when you rapping, you the crack king
 I sold it to whites when you thought it was just a black thing
 I'm filled with this realness, rappers happen to lack it
 I'm flabbergasted you got a platinum plaque for that whack shit
 All the real gangsters, they're on their way to being dead or in jail
 They don't make records to sell
 The drama's pitiful, little niggas is homicidical
 Couple meals ago shorty was eating through his umbilical
 Now he feel he unkillable
 The wrong altercation will leave his ass with a long abrasion
 I try to make my life to focal through rhyme
 These niggas do vocal booth crime
 I shot niggas multiple times
 But when you rapping, you the crack king
 I sold it to whites when you thought it was just a black thing
 I'm filled with this realness, rappers happen to lack it
 I'm flabbergasted you got a platinum plaque for that whack shit
 All the real gangsters, they're on their way to being dead or in jail
 They don't make records to sell









