Saigon - Not Like Them Lyrics
[Intro][Verse 1: Saigon]I could be parallell to bad as hellEquivalent to ignorantDepends on the matter, well, if it's that insignificantI'll just have to tell a nigga to kick rocks with flip flopsRappers rather tell than sit in a cell to snitch hopI ain't paying to disc jock, he ain't getting the wrist-watchI'm the realest to make it, he takin dick in the shit boxI kinda get why I'm legit, mostly to the folks who think dominantI see why dishonest shit is so prominentSee the kids that rhymin' it, that ain't lived not a line of itYou ain't hood money not good money ya counterfeitThe kind of a jan, I get on some lo-lo for lanna shitName a state now fivin' it, with that coke in them llamas, *****Hold up, what time is it? The clock strike tenI guarantee none of y'all be on the block like him***** the fifth back you get baffled, click clack, you skipped thatLot of niggas bust they guns, but not like themThe record labels are scared of me, internet gotta bag meFirst they said I was gangsta, then they said 'not exactly'I rap about politicians, rap about protectThey loosin' the manuevers that Edgar Hoover reenactedBeing on my black shit, they be tryna silence meBut to do that shit, they have to do it violentlyClack clack that act backRat-at-at that backjackA lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like them[Verse 2: Styles P]A lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like themY'all niggas is luke-warm, y'all ain't hot like themThem mother*****ers my brothers, they ain't my friendsWe the band with the bond, from grams on the armA lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like themY'all niggas is luke-warm, y'all ain't hot like themThem mother*****ers my brothers, they ain't my friendsWe the band with the bond, from grams on the armThe uncut dope, ya had to land on a farmRapping on arenas, rubberbands to the mobsGetting high to Sinatra, in the sands of the palmsReminiscing my rapping with BIG, the man with the donNiggas did it big, but not like themDrink champange in the ocean just to drown my sinsShould have (?) a valet, roll around my BenzThese niggas know my beginning, but not my endIt's me and Saigon in the pizonsNever behind us like we vary our zonesGo ahead and chill out, get your vibe onCause this could be the day that you died on
