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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