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letra de contraband 3 (a, b, c, d) - saigon

[intro]
press reset, muhf-cka. renegade renaissance. and another one. do it my way. the yardfather returns. you already know. back better than ever

[verse 1 – saigon]
i got a couple of deep questions for n-ggas that need lessons
the truth i deliver—you should consider these blessings
if you ain’t heard contraband 1 or part 2
you should google those too so you can know how i do
first question for n-ggas that dwell north
what do y’all think the reason is new york fell off?
a) this new batch of n-ggas sounding like switch siders
b) new york dj’s for being d-ck riders
c) fake thugs and sh-t pretend to be bloods and crips
d) all of the above, ya bish (ya b-tch)
second question, i think i’ll take some suggestions
what do we do about this rapper wearing a dress trend?
a) show ‘em how getting punched in the f-ckin eye feel?
b) just wait ‘cause soon they’ll be wearing high heels
c) line ‘em up but just provide em with a slaughter
d) or just admit this sh-t is sodom and gomorrah
the third question a question i take seriously
i know you listening, but i don’t think that you hearing me
i ain’t ‘gon front, sh-t kinda put some fear in me
why people say all these tragedies a conspiracy?
a) ‘cause they really using haarp to control the weather
b) if a building’s hit at the top, it would hold together
c) they been saying the world’ll end since 2010
d) we remember the sh-t they did to the indians
the fourth question a question that’s controversial
why do these square rap groups wanna be crime circles?
all of the fake drug dealing, all of the fake murders
which of these n-ggas set black people back the furthest
a) trinidad james and all gold everything
b) rick ross, the officer that’ll gang bang
c) 2 chainz for really being a kid that has brains, or
d) the white man that’s running the game

[hook x2]
you never was a k!ller, you never bust a gun
you never held a spot down, was never on the run
you never was a og. no, it is not right
for you to say you was, then live in the spotlight

[verse 2]
i’ll strike the mag, smack the f-g that said i jacked his swag
then smother the motherf-cker with a glad plastic bag
i’m a maniac, like i get around violence and chain react
doctors still asking me,”what the f-ck you so angry at?”
i don’t even know, but they say one out of every three
black boys in the ghetto love metal and gun powder
something about the bang, i like it a little louder
i’m just telling the truth—it ain’t even something i’m proud of
you know you f-cked, jury come back in less than an hour
how you deliberate a n-gga fate in less than an hour?
money is power, then power is nothing
a verse from me is equal to like a hour discussion
malcolm x was just 2pac without the percussion
who’d of thought it would amounted to nothing?
‘til i came

- saigon

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