[Chorus: singers] Say, Say, Say what you want But we don't give a f** about you Say, Say, Say what you want But we don't give a f** about you [Prodigal Sunn] Chemistry black soul, old gold complexion I hold the future lessons, blessings, shoot you with the weapon step in With the shilla God, the impression is hard Crimes on the boulevard, that sh** is small like lard Baby girl tried to whisper in my ear some j**els She said the wise man's swifter, plays a part of a fool I learned that in Allah's school of gratitude Bad attitudes we leave black and blue The project news, Sunz of Man new and improved 16 cuts on your CD, compare it to blues [Holy Smokes] Get this one official stamp, boost the amp Increase ya camp, by chance you might enhance or learn to dance I rock with the champion image from start to finish Compress Spanish, youth offenders, slice of your dinners Brain chemist' cross gimmicks and mimicks Whatever stick they sent us, it's up top criminal trial 'Fore your mind is blind, create my rhymes in brail Hop, skip, jump bail, and off with tail Hot stairs in the suburbs, wise words Anyone can get it like his or hers Why you sippin' on sys-urp, hittin' Brooklyn curb Evidence scattered in Pitsburgh for six birds [Hook x2: Hell Razah & 60 Second Assa**in] Say what you wanna, your sh**s a goner Smokin' marijauna, drinkin' the spring water Bagged me a dollar, turned out to be a quarter Next time you step in, make sure you steppin' on her Chorus [Hell Razah] You better step your game up, Sunz draw quicker than a paint brush Y'all got 16's that ain't bust Some I float got bodies on it Got k**ers that's paid, wanna pay me to copy off it Get my mic rock inside your office You'se an industry talker, I'm in the streets d**h to infinity, we gonna make sure y'all respect our vicinity In this Matrix, my b**hes is trinity Get popped in the back of your head like John Kennedy Born in the seventies, mind be where the Heavens be My body in Hell, where the wicked be I inhale mistakes and breathe out victory (Nah) I don't deal with no witchcraft or trickery (uh-huh, uh-huh) No man, no idles, no mysteries [Snuggle Up] I save a thousand dollars a day, 7 times 4 times 12 Yo I'm eatin' and I don't touch nothin' I go to college, learn a trade to get paid, now who's frontin'? b**hes f** me cuz they see clear, knowin' that in two years 70 thousand dollars if I go that route But the most they can get is dick and they out I keep this rap sh** on the low cuz I already knew where the dough was So make sure you nice so you can raise the price All this before a deal, oh what a way to come in! If this is Different Strokes I'm Phil Drummond Chorus x2