You Make Me Sick Lyrics

Verse 1:
Check it, I'm here to regulate!
Set the record straight, like a bomb ready to detonate!
I separate the heavy from the featherweight
rhyme deadly but I educate
Making a ignoramus mind climb to a clever state.
There's no time to hesitate I aint trying to everweight,
When God comes to get you, He gets you homie
he aint never late!
you spirit will levitate
For your wake they gon set a date
I can try to shock you but its too late to resuscitate
I'm afflicted, I click with the crime addicted,
Convicted for trying to stick shit
Now they freedom is non-existent
You're been lying in your raps too much,
Your story is saltier than cashew nuts
You can't name one nigga ass you bust
Yet, you rap about killing?
Who the fuck asked you up punk?
What you are is a author that's softer than new baby shit!

Chorus:
You make me sick!
Rapping like you're dogging,
You're bugging,
you wasn't busting or cutting
nothing you frontin
You make me sick!
Acting like you've been here there and done it
Always kicking some drama shit cause you don't want it
You make me sick!
Please violate my click
Give us a reason to come tie up your bitch
You make me sick!
You're pinker than the person that was singing
the original verses to this shit
You make me sick!

Verse 2:
Fists up!
Fists up!
Fists up!
We ain't thirsty enough to drink from a pimp cup!
Y'all niggas rapping bout ya poor pimps and stuff
you scared of a little scuffle little fisticuffs?
y'all be killing me with your gun busting ability,
Ain't no hand guns up in the fucking facilities.
That's why you were going if your burner really be blowing
I seen how hard district attourneys be going
trying to lock a Nigga for life,Saigon - You Make Me Sick - http://motolyrics.com/saigon/you-make-me-sick-lyrics.html
They gave poo bear two years, and he only got knocked with a knife.
so keep it real mother fucker, you ain't shooting that gun
You're punk ass is probably even scared to shoot a fair one
I've got some stories for your ass, but I don't care to share none
I just wish I had a couple more years to hear Gun!
He died young, he was living this shit that you spit.

Chorus:
You make me sick!
Rapping like you're dogging,
You're bugging,
you wasn't busting or cutting
nothing you frontin
You make me sick!
Acting like you've been here there and done it
Always kicking some drama shit cause you don't want it
You make me sick!
Please violate my click
Give us a reason to come tie up your bitch
You make me sick!
You're pinker than the person that was singing
the original verses to this shit
You make me sick!

Verse 3:
Is it the devious nut slash heathen
In us that clashes with the Jesus in us
That makes the savages for greed and lust
Is there a war between police and us
Is killing innocent people just procedure huh
Unfortunately enough
The media ….. how they deceiving us
With guns drugs diseases and stuff
Leaving us to bleed in the …. Gut
Is this what hip hop is teaching us

Yo you think they're gonna understand you, man?
I don't know man!
Maybe I should sing this shit!
Put some melody in it
We gotta get back to rapping.
Get back to what this hip-hop thing is all about, man!
Raising the kids, man!
Each one, teach one, right?
One hand washes the other
Both hands wash the face!
Saigon the yardfather
I'm back!
Be afraid!
Be very, very, very, very, very, very, very afraid!