Saigon - Pop Quiz (Multiple Choice) Lyrics
[Verse 1]First question for motha*****ers that's spittin' this "I'ma thug shit"You claim you blew out a nigga's brain, well what color was it?A) Reddish like the dark shade of oxygenated bloodB) Brownish like water that's mixed with dirt to make mudC) Whitish like the man that created the virus to slay us or is itD) Grayish like the gloomy or rainy day isSecond question strictly for players so state your bizTell me exactly what the definition of player isA) Duke that rock links, flossin' the club and pop drinksB) The jail nigga that stash the mop ringers and slop sinksC) The rich rapper who depict the pictures of bigger sixesD) That broke nigga *****in' the richest nigga *****esMovin' right along, question number three is for the femalesNever generalizin' I'm into detailsOther than the fat chicks that's too quick to strip and spreadWhat is it exactly that make a honey a chickenhead?A) If she'll ***** her girl man on some shady shitB) Go to clubs but'll leave her mother to baby sitC) Swap sex for materialistic objectsD) All of the above, love, you *****ed upThe fourth question's a question that's still in meWho do y'all niggaz think that it was that killed Biggie?A) Southside Crips cuz Puffy owed 'em a gripB) Some crazy 'Pac fan that flipped and unloaded a clipC) Missiles from pistols from government officialsD) The same cat that came back and then sang "I Miss You"[Chorus x2]You never was a killa; you never bust a gunYou never held the spot down; was never on the runYou never lived my life; you deadin' it wrongCuz you never did none of the shit that you said in your song[Verse 2]With the strength of a hundred baboonsI'll beat your eyes black as a *****in' raccoonLeave you covered with stab woundsDead in a public bathroomYou like to tighten your face and cuss when you spitKnow what I noticed? That tough shit is just when you spitI couldn't picture you bustin' a clipI could see you suckin' a dick or prolly getting' *****ed with a stickDrama with me, son, your baby momma will beFound in the woods, hangin' by her thong from a treeYou spit my life and want an awardBut you can't get my stripes cuz you the type to run in a warSlung jums in front of the store; done it beforeHeld guns, I'm talkin' at least a hundred or moreShould put a gun to your jaw, to one of your whores***** under the covers; we all lovers under the floor[Chorus]
