Say something do the way that I was raised But we living in different nowadays But no matter you was taught man must hold his own
Pac told me, "reach the homies" When the thot's me then you get guacamole Still gotta watch police even if you got these Haza's will not scold me, I am not Toby I am a I my mark on this planet, I am cha-ching my Asian name, I get dough from rhyming supreme I was poor, now I am a I was low as slime in amazing man, I put the 'woop' on it A few then you gon' get a new song with 'soo-woo' on it The youth want it in to use the loop on this A bad man, what I am, an odd one Never ask me what your done say to the brethren Wa Gwan Solid as Halie So nobody to stop me I got Maudie to watch me Free from the thottie's Stay away from fed's Come fake us And you gonna get fired Cause we known to say something, do (What?) Red
And if I started to fall I lift with both feet on the me ten feet tall Looking Wassup Say something, do now? Say something, do Ah me? Say something, do OG Say something, do
If I it I meant it This how I die for it how I am
You consider suburban black on cop Who never been to the hood, to the the perception they get from all the killings on the TV Ain't never good, in the So it's nervous when they give No courage can to murders The make them assertive And I heard it be refurbished When the is "We deserve it" Cause alerted, we flirted with purges us dead and deserted Permanently dirted, it In a pine box I'm not shot Tryna my time stop Nine got slimes that mind bop And it never do dime on Nine' block to crime dot Then the rhymes locked where find bop I can still on Highland, walk on Wayne Claiming what I to claim Soft and sensitive suckers, they take the of shame Heads wire, like they bled, ours The dead we say something, do something Red
And if I ever to fall I lift with feet on the ground Making me ten feet like Wassup Say something, do now? Say something, do Ah me? Say something, do OG Say something, do
All I got is my Long as my name is
evil, really though Sinister shit for illy Who milly for silly folkes Busting till chilly most Kill these broke enemies finna be he croaks Leaving 'em wrapped in a coat Crossing him with a chin a billy goat We talk way cause we been through so much to have no guts Anybody we say hold up We got our street and city up from all the fighting and bumping We found the in the sunken hole is plight and disfunction Plowed us right into Hours frighting and then But the cowards and punching And the pal is to trump him Now we flying and Flying than med tryers We bred sires and bed lie-ers They get nothing and we got everything, Meyer I salute the OG, Red Byers