Saigon - Contraband 3 (A, B, C, D) lyrics

Press reset muhf**a Renegade renaissance Another one Do it my way The yardfather returns Back better than ever I got a couple of deep questions for n***as that need lessons The truth I deliver, you should consider these blessings If you ain't heard Contraband 1 or part 2 You should Google those too so you can know how I do First question for n***as that dwell north What do y'all think the reason is New York fell off? A - this new batch of n***as sounding like switch siders B - New York DJs for being dick riders C - fake thugs and sh** pretend to be bloods and crips D - all of the above, ya bish Second question, I think I'll take some suggestions What do we do about this rapper wearing a dress trend? A - Show em how getting punched in the f**in eye feel B - Just wait, cause soon they'll be wearing high heels C - line em up but just provide em with a slaughter D - or just admit the sh** is Sodom and Gomorrah The third question, a question I take seriously I know you listening but I don't think that you hearing me I ain't gonna front, sh** kinda put some fear in me Why people say all these tragedies a conspiracy? A - cause they really using HAARP to control the weather B - if a building's hit at the top, it would hold together C - they been saying the world'll end since 2010 D - we remember the sh** they did to the Indians The fourth question's a question that's controversial Why do these square rap groups wanna be crime circles? All of the fake drug dealing, all of the fake murders Which of these n***as set black people back the furthest A - Trinidad James and All Gold Everything B - Rick Ross, the officer that'll gang bang C - 2 Chainz for really being a kid that has brains, or D - the white man that's running the game You never was a k**er, you never bust a gun You never held a spot down, was never on the run You never was a OG, no it is not right For you to say you was then live in the spotlight You never was a k**er, never bust a gun Never held a spot down, was never on the run You never was a OG, not it is not right For you to say you was then live in the spotlight I'll strike the mag, smack the f*g that said I jacked his swag Then smother the motherf**er with a Glad plastic bag I'm a maniac, like I get around violence and chain react Doctors still asking me, what the f** you so angry at? I don't even know but they say one out of every three Black boys in the ghetto love metal and gun powder Something about the bang, I like it a little louder I'm just telling the truth, it ain't even something I'm proud of You know you f**ed, jury come back in less than an hour How you deliberate a n***a fate in less than an hour Money is power, then power is nothing A verse from me is equal to like a hour discussion Malcolm X was just 2Pac without the percussion Who'da thought it would amounted to nothing Til I came