Artist: Saigon f/ Styles P Album: The Greatest Story Never Told Chapter 2: Bread and Circuses Song: Not Like Them Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] Ay yessir [Saigon] I could be parallel to bad as hell, equivalent to ignorant Depends on the matter, well if it's that insignificant I just have to tell a nigga to kick rocks with flip-flops Rappers rather tell than sit in a cell, this is snitch-hop I ain't payin the disc jock', he ain't gettin the wristwatch I'm the realest to make it, he takin dick in the shit box I kinda get why I'm legit, mostly to the folks who think dominant I see why dishonest shit is so prominent See the kids that's rhymin it that ain't lived not a line of it You ain't hood money, not good money, you're counterfeit The kind of a john I get on some low-low for line of shit Interstate 9-5'in it, with that coke and them llamas bitch Hol' up; what time is it? The clock strike ten I guarantee none of y'all be on the block like him Cock the fifth back you get baffled, click-clack you skedaddle Lot of niggaz bust they guns but not like them (but not like them) The record labels are scared of me, internet gotta bag me First they said I was gangsta, then they said not exactly I rap about politicians, rap about protect The loser maneuvers and Edgar Hoover re-enacted Bein I'm on my black shit, they be tryin to silence me But to do that shit, they'll have to do it violently Clack-clack that Mac back, brrrat-tat-tat, clap that Lot of niggaz bust they guns but not like them (but not like them!) [Styles P] A lot of niggaz bust they guns but not like them Y'all niggaz is lukewarm, y'all ain't hot like them Them motherfuckers my brothers, they are not my friends We the band with the bond, from grams on the - (again) A lot of niggaz bust they guns but not like them Y'all niggaz is lukewarm, y'all ain't hot like them Them motherfuckers my brothers, they are not my friends We the band with the bond, from grams on the arm to uncut dope, ya had to land on a farm Rappin in arenas, rubberbands to the mobs Gettin high to Sinatra, in the sands of the palms Reminiscin my rappin with Big, the man was a don Niggaz did it big but, not like them Drink champagne in the ocean just to drown my sins Should've prayed when valet, pull around my Benz Cause niggaz know my beginnin but, not my end Yeah, it's me and Saigon and the paisans Never behind us like we Verizon Go 'head and chill out, get your vibe on Cause this could be the day that you died on [Outro: Saigon] But not like them, but not like them Carenard, I don't think people really understand that Saigon guy That guy's a different breed Yeah yeah, see, savin Private Brian Savin Private Briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiian