SayDatThen

Lyrics

[Intro: Royce da 5'9"] You got something on your mind, nigga? Say dat then [Verse 1: Crooked I, Royce da 5'9"] Well, let me say it without worryin' about if my label okay it When Weapon Waist wylin' out, man, give him room Used to have skeletons in my closet, but now they sit in my livin' room Octomom, I picture puttin' more niggas In a hole than that bitch's womb, the street sweeper's the wicked witches broom A silver spoon, I never had it (Nah) I grew up mad at Anne Frank, 'cause the bitch lived in a better attic (A better attic) Say dat then I seen my share of static, they say that it made me charismatic Born leader who was born Libra in a foreign two-seater With a porn diva, blowin' reefer and pouring liters of vodka 'Cause the feds freezin' a nigga bread I'm drinkin', thinkin' they gon' seize me even when I'm dead (Fuck 'em) Killers in my backyard, in the dark with choppers While I'm sleepin' in my bed (Fuck [?]), dreamin' about Slaughterhouse Droppin' an album that's a chart topper while I got these Demons schemin' on my head even though I'm the realest (Yes) See, there wasn't enough violence in Menace II Society To show you how Cali killers be chillin' in society And the police, they hate me Long Beach PD prolly wanna kill Eminem for signin' me (Real talk) 'Cause I was supposed to be a statistic A ghost to me is realistic, my dead homie said, "Say dat then" [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Guess this where I'm supposed to vent, huh? Under scrutiny, all my opportunity went, huh? Reality is I had more personality bent, huh? Nonsense but honestly my conscience is dealin' with a Constant conflict with the bullshit I be doin' That I feel so bad about the second after it's accomplished A compass, I need one of those 'cause I'm wandering in darkness But I see straight, and it feels great being clean around this Being clean around this (Say dat then) Being clean around this garbage, two steppin through this garden Full of frozen cold snakes when you a lion, warm hearted Bank account comma, but still get ya undergarments from Target With a penthouse apartment, kinda nigga still ready to piss in the elevator And shake the doorman's hand before you go jogging (Yaowa) I'm just a hood nigga, fuck it But I'm a good nigga fucking after that cat on my tongue But never the cat got my tongue my nigga (Say dat then) So I could knock your dome off your neck Get your whole right eye socket broke with a left You could go apeshit, fake prick And take flicks with eight cliques, you still never posing a threat If you gon' say something, say it then [Interlude: 2Pac] Hahaha my biiiig mouth I got a big mouth, can't help it Talk from my heart, real You know what I'm saying? Whatever comes, comes [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] You got something on your mind nigga? I made a living off of rhyming 'bout just how I feel at the moment Right at this particular moment I'm in that zone where I'm wondering How far I really could get with just my diploma Reflecting on how rap is a blessing Feeling that same feeling before I fucked my first bad bitch That I got right after undressing, feeling like "Am I about to get this?" In yo head you hear it, that voice of confidence That comes down on you from the heavens like "Yeah, you 'bout to get it" Just hope that you don't stick your dick in the dud Cause that bitch could end up your wife, or your mistress Or a chick the same type as your mistress, or a chick that's just gon' draw your name with a stick in the mud Rather intended or unintended It all comes with the territory, no pun intended I fell out with all of my friends like "Is it me or is it them?" Angry like, "Shit, everybody can't be wrong But a lot of these niggas just can't be right" Therefore, I'll say it's their fault (Say dat then) I fucking plan to, too many hoes out here niggas done ran through I'd rather roll through the valley and lay low I done fell out of love and back in love again then out of love And back with my spouse more than Halle and J. Lo If she left me, my inner self would shatter I could leave her, cause I'm a selfish addict The problem is, I just don't want nobody else to have her If we split up, I consider my health a hazard Or else living in wealth and lavish And as far as these niggas who want to kill me You never get a chance, you a criminal Chill with your subliminal Twitter rants You bigger than that, you just ain't bigger than me You are literally killing me figuratively I'm busy thinking about who hot and how they bit off me If any one of you niggas jump on me Nobody gon' have to tell you that you should probably get off me And that's off rip, bruh, your contract killers can sign off richer That little beef y'all talking is small things to a giant Like Goliath been drinking that Anaconda Malt Liquor Slaughterhouse, we the nicest four fellas (House Gang!) And if that day should come that we should ever part ways It'll just be an excuse for us to reunite at Coachella [Verse 4: Joe Budden] I heard them words and they stung my ears rung Was told that cancer finally made it to his lungs Some of y'all are blessed enough that y'all have no idea The fuck I'm talking 'bout, 'cause y'all got no experience So in case you hear this verse and thinkin' there's the slightest chance that he'll survive His cancer's on level four, and there's not a five Saw my mother lose her mother, now my dad is losing his All from miles apart, wildest part is that's not the wildest part What's outlandish is I too would wanna vanish Alcoholic uncle robbin' him blind and taking advantage My aunt's supposed to be holding him down, but she's sure to gain (why?) Behind his back she took out another insurance claim (Say dat then) Well, indeed I will They making all these alterations to his will He can't even play his poker games in peace, y'all gotta chill Like I can't decide if he's dying or y'all rather have him killed I know a nigga last breath shouldn't be this way And if they was I would panic too, tell me what's a man to do Playing devil's advocate, none of it's understandable I walk in the house and feel that energy as if it's tangible While e'ry rapper got a cuban on Looking like marks I'm just busy trying to get my Mark Cuban on My Lyor Rick Rubin on, my Nas, Pac, Big, Jay, Em, and fusion on Could out rap any movement goin' Gun on the couch shit, wrong one to be running your mouth wit' Bars, no VH1, it's Mouse shit If a nigga don't spit crack, go back and stock up No harm, sometimes you got to stir it till it rock up Been broke and been rich, been high, sober Fucked almost e'ry model twice over like I was living my life over These niggas ain't gotta like me, but after a decade in They all respect me, shit, they don't even directly indirect me It's cool though, back to business, stacking these riches Means caskets in ditches with my Trues on living sacrilegious It's Joe looking like money, all the pretty hoes can't help but look Life hand me lemons, better be what Jordan Belfort took Slaughter la familia, Glocks out over here The schoolboy's with Kendrick, we dropouts over here Uh, no offense 'cause them my niggas And that list is short, you get the gist, I'm sure Joey