Artist: Saigon Album: Warning Shots 3: One Foot in the Grave Song: Say yes Typed by: JonnyWad See any could umm... write a rap But not too many people can paint a picture I remember what my pops said to me, man Must've been about 12 years old, man He said... Saigon: Even niggas can get bitch slapped Reverse is any rappers a mismatch Cock back his gat, bangin' harder than big Shaq Really wanna risk that? Havin' nobody ever get charged with your body Cuz nobody know where it's at? I'm the verbal aristocrat If everything's everything and this is that And when is why and what how it is Shit is cowardice my poetical prowess as fat as Albert is Style is wildin' metallic cuz challengers get the calibers It was July 5th, takin' flicks with some chicks but my nigga still behind bricks Havin' a bump and a conflict, me and three chocolate hoes Leanin' with my foot on top of the Mo', these hoes in a provocative pose Outta nowhere came a nigga 'bout 6'6" 280 Grabbed one of these bitches up and was like "Bitch is you crazy? Looked over at me, his expression started to switch a bit Somethin' told me not to take a picture with this bitch and shit Tried to tell black "Black, all the beefin' is wack. Sorry I hugged your bitch, black. Look I shouldn't of did that. Besides, there's a hundred more bitches that I could spit at." He said "fuck a bitch, see this whip a miracle did that. And you fuck wit 'em I know cuz niggas told me flat out. Plus on all them songs you on, you be givin 'em shout outs." I said "Without doubt and I'm sorry hear about you gettin' ducked out But you knew them niggas was fittin' to duck style." He said "So what now?" Took a swing at my left cheek then 3 D's stepped back and looked around for policemen But I ain't seen none, told son gimme the gun These the only two clips you got son? Emptying one He said "Sai, what about what we talked about? In the scope about to spit some alters out Man, he said he heard it from the horse's mouth Anything, punch, kick, yap him or pistol smack him B, you ain't gotta clap 'em B All that rappin' I'm goin' to toss him off this captain B Shit be havin' me agony (and plus) I know you ain't trying to go back G, exactly What we gon' do? Just flex in this big S bumpin' this in the cassette deck Direct from the projects step, before they can catch it on Flex Us spittin' death on the Flex then say yes, (YES) If you be livin' for death and don't be givin' a f And then hit a pig in the vest and say yes, YES If you be puffin' the cess and layin' sunk in the S And then punch a punk in the chest and say yes, YES If you a gangsta, if you a hustla, and not a busta then say yes, fucker Quiet S to the A Art of story tellin', haha Nobody do it like me nigga, fuck that