Artist: Tech N9ne f/ Big Scoob, Krizz Kaliko Album: Planet Song: Red Byers (Say Som'n Do Som'n) Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Big Scoob] Say somethin, do somethin That's the way that I was raised But we livin in different ways nowadays But no matter what you was taught Every man must hold his own [Tech N9ne] 'Pac told me, "Reach the block homies" When the thot's know me then you get guacamole Still gotta watch police even if you got dough these haza's will not scold me, cause I am not Toby I am a king I made my mark on this planet, I am cha-ching, that's my Asian name I get dough from rhyming supreme, I was poor, now I am a thing I was low as slime in latrines, that's amazing mayne I put the woop on it, a few moments then you gon' get a new song with Soo-Woo on it, the youth want it in groups to use the loop on this A bad man, that's what I am, an odd one Never ask me what your broad done, I'ma say to the brethren "Wah gwaan?" Solid as Halie Selassie, so it's nobody to stop me Plus I got Maudie to watch me, free from the thottie's debauchery Stay away from Fed wires, come fake with us and you gonna get lead fired Cause we known to say somethin, do somethin (what?) Red Byers [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko] + (Tech N9ne) And if I ever started to fall I land with both feet on the ground makin me ten feet tall Lookin like, "Whassup now?" (Say somethin, do somethin) "Whassup now?" (Say somethin, do somethin) For me (Say somethin, do somethin) Still O.G. (Say somethin, do somethin) Ay~! [Interlude: Big Scoob] If I said it I meant it This how I live I'll die for it That's how I am [Tech N9ne] You can't send a suburban black or white cop who never been to the hood, to the hood Cause the perception they get from all the killings on the TV ain't never good, in the hood So it's nervous when they give service, no courage can lead to murders The squirters make them assertive and I heard it can't be refurbished When the word is, "We deserve it" cause someone alerted, we flirted with purges Leavin us dead and deserted, permanently dirted, inserted in a pine box, I'm not dyin shot Tryna make my time stop, N9ne got them slimes that mind bop And it never do dime drop, born on N9ne block to crime dot Then the rhymes locked where they find bop I can still walk on Highland, walk on Wayne, claimin what I ought to claim Soft and sensitive simple suckers, they take the walk of shame Heads wire, like if they bled ours, they dead flyers Because we say somethin, do somethin, Red Byers [Chorus] [Interlude: Big Scoob] All I got is my name Long as my name is good, I'm good [Tech N9ne] Feel evil, really though, sinister shit for illy blokes who milly tote for silly folks, bustin 'til they chilly most Kill these broke enemies finna be until he croak Leavin 'em wrapped in a drilly coat, crossin him with a chin like a billy goat We talk this way because we been through so MUCH! Impossible to have no guts Anybody fakin we say, "Hold up! We got our street and city sewed up!" That's from all the fightin and bumpin, we found the light in the sunken hole and down is plight and dysfunction, plowed us right into somethin Hours frightenin and funkin but the cowards pryin and punchin And the pal is tryin to jump him, now we flyin and bumpin Flyin higher than med try-ers We, bred sires and they bed lie-ers They get NOTHIN, and we got everything, Fred Meyer I salute the triple O.G., Red Byers