Say do something That's the way I was raised But we living in different nowadays But no what you was taught Every man must his own
Pac me, "reach the block homies" When the know me then you get guacamole Still gotta watch police even if you got these Haza's will not scold me, 'cause I am not I am a I made my mark on planet, I am cha-ching That's my name, I get dough from rhyming supreme I was poor, now I am a I was low as in latrines That's amazing man, I put the on it A few moments then you gon' get a new with 'soo-woo' on it The want it in groups to use the loop on this A bad man, that's I am, an odd one Never ask me what your done say to the brethren Wa Gwan Solid as Selassie So it's to stop me Plus I got Maudie to me Free the thottie's debauchery Stay away from wires fake with us And you gonna get lead Cause we known to say something, do (What?) Red
And if I started to fall I lift with both on the ground me ten feet tall Looking now? Say something, do Wassup Say something, do Ah me? Say something, do OG Say something, do
If I said it I it This how I die for it how I am
You consider suburban on white cop Who been to the hood, to the hood Cause the perception they get from all the on the TV Ain't never good, in the So it's nervous they give service No courage can lead to The make them assertive And I it can't be refurbished When the word is "We it" Cause someone alerted, we with purges us dead and deserted Permanently dirted, it In a pine box I'm not shot Tryna make my time Nine got them slimes mind bop And it do dime drop Born on 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 the walk of shame Heads wire, like they bled, ours The dead we say something, do something Red
And if I ever started to I lift with both feet on the Making me ten feet Looking now? Say something, do Wassup Say something, do Ah me? Say something, do OG Say something, do
All I got is my as my name is good
Feel evil, though Sinister shit for blokes Who milly tote for silly Busting till they chilly Kill these broke enemies finna be he croaks 'em wrapped in a drilly coat Crossing him with a chin a billy goat We talk this way cause we been so much to have no guts Anybody faking we say up We got our and city showed up That's all the fighting and bumping We the light in the sunken hole Down is and disfunction Plowed us into something Hours frighting and funking But the cowards and punching And the pal is to trump him Now we flying and higher than med tryers We sires and they bed lie-ers They get nothing and we got everything, Meyer I salute the OG, Red Byers