You bad?

Keep kicking that soldier shit I'll unload a clip

Put a fucking hole in your DU-RAG

You don't wanna fight me, hype me up motherfucker and got touched

Motherfucker that's too bad

You wanted to play thug, took the trey-8 slug

And now you using a doo-doo bag

Family first and that's til the day I'm under the earth, bitch look

Yo, I be guzzling the henny and listening to Many Men

Smoking some bud that got me red like an Indian

When 50 say Many Men, wish death 'pon him

Feel him cause I know kids that wish they did me in

But they couldn't get me though

And now they see me, and Al creep slow

For a G in the video

And **** hating our guts, cause they know

To the face where they girls probably taking our nuts

My name Saigon ****, I get any chick that I got my eye on ****

Stronger than corn liquor

Nah I'm not a battle rapper

You talk shit I'ma take this razor and run the shit across your adams apple

I stand 5'7 and a quarter, but boy when I reach for that thing

I'm taller than Yao Ming

Peedi Crakk's mac goes "ring" my mac goes "BLAT"

I hit you in your hat take that

(This gun) And you can get popped with that

(So bitch run) When I cock it back

(Cause you know) if I cock the gat

I'ma put a few holes in your stocking cap

(This gun) And you can get popped with that

(So bitch run) When I cock it back

(Cause you know) if I cock the gat

I'ma put a few holes in your stocking cap, boom !

I spit lava, not the kid you want to bother

Your mom's child destiny, well I'll be her survivor (I'm a survivor)

I was a robber, before I heard of Big Poppa

The dirty **** in school with tools in his locker

Can't forget the Vodka, dime bag of shocker

Couple of sharp things that'll send you to see the doctor

Who am I - S to the A to the I and

When they say I bust that iron, they ain't lyin

**** who know me, know

Go ask them, say "Sai his gun blow" they say "Oh, for sure"

I can tell you mad shit that I did

And some shit that I got away with

But my lawyers advice me not to say shit

To keep shit basic, **** play sick we can all get ill

I'm jacking my man Jay shit

If I'm a thug or not I ain't got to rhyme bout

C'mon come fuuck with a **** and find out

(This gun) And you can get popped with that

(So bitch run) When I cock it back

(Cause you know) if I cock the gat

I'ma put a few holes in your stocking cap

(This gun) And you can get popped with that

(So bitch run) When I cock it back

(Cause you know) if I cock the gat

I'ma put a few holes in your stocking cap, boom!

Keep kicking that soldier shit I'll unload a clip

Put a fucking hole in your DU-RAG

You don't wanna fight me, hype me up motherfucker and got touched

Motherfucker that's too bad

You wanted to play thug, took the trey-8 slug

And now you using a doo-doo bag

Family first and that's til the day I'm under the earth, bitch look