Lady Sings the Blues - Saigon, Statik Selektah

Something like that

Sing to they ass girl

I’m not gon' keep telling you

Saigon, Statik

They know that i’m the hardest

Let me get at it one more time

Sing

Check me, look

They know that i’m the hardest

And I ain’t even up in the mansion right now

The teams still around the projects

Giddy is a artist

Nigga you only a lyricist

I’m all that and a bag of onion 'n garlics

Look at the shit you started

Somebody’s gotta die, die, die

Then bring me a operation as the target

Out on the corner of the market, lil kids in the 'burbs

They watch Entourage, see me, now they want to rock camouflage

Play cold, I heat em, melt you like Haagen Dasz

Nobody got bars like

Who else can got broads, to give a menage

Easier than most motherfuckers can get a massage, huh

Cause me in that big body biz, huh

Have you frontin', I ain’t the least

Just let me fuck one of your friends ma

All that hung startin' a thing in the past

Matter of fact, my lil.

come sing for they ass

Get 'em

I told you girl

You gotta hit that note baby

Nah, that ain’t it right there

Try it again, come on

That’s a little better

Fuck that man, this is Hip Hop man

Fuck that

You know what?

Look

I won’t fuck with the kid and him shittin, it’s impersistent

You at it in the source boss, it isn’t a misprint

60 percent of niggas spittin' is inconsistent

The other 40 came with the grain, but them one against it

Time to get rich in an instant

Niggas diss songs with the R&B bitches

And even Kirk Franklin and

But niggas dissed 'em and since did he quit trickin' the system

His image diminished along with his wits and his wisdom

When he tried to come back to reality rap

They said, Sorry son we’re over the salary cap

Then he tried to rap on how he was proud to be black

Till they caught him with some white girls

Chillin' where cowards be at

He’s getting depressed, niggas thought he was bug

Then it hit 'em, wait maybe I can rap like a thug

He would, and made records about bussin' and flippin drugs

Believe it or not, the fuckin' bullshit was getting loved

Damn.

I don’t understand

The nigga recreated himself

He reinvented himself

He came back as a gangsta

Sing to they mothafuckers

Don’t make me Chris Brown you bitch