Saigon - Out There lyrics

[Intro – Saigon and (Diana Ross Sample from “Sleepin'”)] Yeah (He's tired of runnin' his game...) Uh huh. They calling out there, man. Check. Shiet… [Chorus - Saigon and (Diana Ross Sample from “Sleepin'”)] Out there… (He's been out there, out there, out there…) In the streets you know… (In the street you know…) I was out there, man. Really doing the years. Really busting guns, man. Let me talk to ‘em. (And strugglin', scufflin' trying to survive…) [Verse 1 – Saigon] I've been out and about there Wiling since ten and a half Runnin' from cops, ‘cause I ain't never like gettin' hara**ed I would tell them n***as to kiss my a** They'd tell me, “Get on the wall.” (Phoom!) And that's when I dashed Used to flash my lil' du-knot—20's, over one-hundred ones Eating Chick-O-Stick and Big Bol bubble gum Was young but hung with n***as that slung jummies Being a dumb dummy who disrespected my mummy And I never forgot who put me on this Earth Who brought me up right and who loved you since your birth But that didn't stop me from stealing money out her purse Cursing at her worse than an Eminem song verse Thirsty for street love ‘cause I ain't feel itthat home Three years later, I'm thirteen, concealing that chrome Ready or not, like L-Boogie, Pras, and Wyclef I promised my cousin Woody I'd ride to my d**h [Chorus - Saigon and (Diana Ross Sample from “Sleepin'”)] I was out there… (He's been out there, out there, out there…) In the streets you know… (In the street you know…) In the muthaf**in streets, man. Brooklyn, Spring Valley, New Berg, Virginia, B.A. (And strugglin', scufflin' trying to survive) n***a, out there… (Out there, out there, out there…) Bustin' sh**. Robbin' sh**. Rap n***as make me laugh, man… (In the street you know…) b**h-a** muhf**as… Check… Talk… Go in… (And strugglin', scufflin' trying to survive…) [Verse 2 - Saigon] I've been out and about there Sellin' c**aine to my kin Playin' the game, I know ain't no way I can win Either I die or get locked in then pen I try to pray and even hope to God I'm not, but I am I'm feelin' as if I'm all in They say that rapping is my calling—I just feel like I'm some ba*tard alcoholic Who drink, get sh**-faced, and I'm back over the toilet I can't call it. Why? n***a, I might spoil it It's not fair, we out there. They rap about it and live They act like it ain't, but n***a that's what it is If you really did what you said, you would've been dead With ten in your head or on the Feds with me in yo' bed Me, I've moved on. I was doing wrong for too long Torn, watchin' Satan, miseducatin' the newborn Read the Qur'an, check atrocity, [?] [Chorus - Saigon and (Diana Ross Sample from “Sleepin'”)] Out there… (Out there, out there, out there…) Every day, man… In the street, man… (In the street you know…) Teaching the youngsters, know what'm saying? (And strugglin', scufflin' trying to survive) (Out there, out there, out there…) This your boy Saigon. In the building with my n***a, f**in' Whoo Kid, my n***a, Just Blaze… (In the street you know…) It's the invasion, we taking over the f**in' street, n***a… (And strugglin', scufflin' trying to survive…)