Saigon Believe It Lyrics

The Greatest Story Never Told Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Station Identification (intro) (feat. Fatman Scoop)
  • 2 The Invitation (feat. Q-Tip & Fatman Scoop)
  • 3 Come On Baby (feat. Jay-Z & Swizz Beatz)
  • 4 War
  • 5 Bring Me Down, Part 2
  • 6 Enemies
  • 7 Friends
  • 8 The Greatest Story Never Told
  • 9 Clap (feat. Faith Evans)
  • 10 Preacher
  • 11 It's Alright (feat. Marsha Ambrosius)
  • 12 Believe It
  • 13 Give It to Me (feat. Raheem DeVaughn)
  • 14 What the Lovers Do (feat. Devin the Dude)
  • 15 Better Way (feat. Layzie Bone)
  • 16 Oh Yeah (Our Babies)
  • 17 And the Winner Is... (feat. Bun B)
  • 18 Too Long (feat. Black Thought)
  • [Chorus]
    Whoa, oh
    We keep rising to the top
    Whoa, oh
    And keep eyes out for the cops
    Whoa, oh
    And that's what it gon' be
    Whoa, oh
    'Cause you ain't gon' stop me
    They got you working two jobs, trying to make ends meet
    You just trying to keep your kids off the street
    You gotta believe it (Best believe it's a dream)
    Oh, you better believe it (You too can achieve)
    Uh, oh
    They got you locked in a hole, 19 years old
    Ten years, no chance for parole
    They better believe it (That's right, tell them again)
    Oh, you better believe it (After that, tell a friend)
    Whoa, oh

    After the sunshine come the rain, after the fun time come the pain
    I often wonder if it's gonna change
    I caught a bad case of Smacking-*****-I-Itits (What happened?)
    I came home, my wife got my daughter in shitty diapers (Damn)
    The rice is still raw and the meat is still frozen in the freezer
    I hate that I'm to close to her to leave her
    Either I hit the street to do some pitching, knowing these dudes is snitching
    Or die trying to make it as a musician
    My living condition is not in the greatest condition (Nope)
    And nah, I ain't *****ing, I just gotta make a decision
    Should I breeze past, hop out in a ski mask
    Rob everything moving and cruise in a G-Class (Vroom)
    But keep writing the heat that the street like it
    Youngings is reciting my lyrics, so keep biting
    Y'all *****s is thinking **** is easy, it's hard
    One thing I know I'm a do is keep believing in God

    [Chorus]

    After the fast songs come the slow, after the sad songs come some more (More)
    This is the life I have come to know
    Police is in Marquis', Chevy Caprices stroll
    The young, hood boogers idolize Keyshia Cole
    The rap figures throwing money in the air like it's pizza dough
    People in the hood ain't eating though (Though)
    I tried to help the labels see the vision
    But they lowered me to a subdivision, you gotta be ****ing kidding
    They'd rather me pretend to be something I'm not
    I'm the new Public Enemy, I'm different than Yung Joc
    And nah, I ain't dissing, this *****'s up in the Forbes
    ****, I ain't made a dollar trying to rap for the cause
    But in these next four bars, I'll tell you about Maleverly Laws
    They enforcing on North American shores
    Dog, if they can have rifles on their farms
    Then I don't see why they knocked T.I. for trying to bear arms

    [Chorus]

    Tell them wave at the artist, I feel like I'll make it regardless
    Don't forget I'm the ex-con that made it the farthest (Yup)
    Until the day that I lay with the martyrs
    Or until the day I'm parlaying, playing with my sons and my daughters
    I'mma remain the smartest, hardest working ***** in the business
    Just Blaze, can I get a witness (Yessir)
    See that they probably get it if I come out flop
    Get dropped, go back to my block and get shot (Pop)
    As they putting my body in that life-size Ziplock
    Then you'll be saying "Damn, Giddy died for this hip-hop"
    Or maybe it entail you to get locked
    To another 20 in the rock for them to give me my props
    Whatever the case may be
    We do a census on who is the sickest lyricist, they say me
    That's without a album out, y'all rated me
    I drop one and I'mma bow out gracefully

    [Chorus]

    Keep, keep, keep rising
    Whoa, oh
    Keep, keep, keep rising
    Whoa, oh
    Keep, keep, keep rising
    Whoa, oh
    Keep, keep, keep rising
    Whoa, oh

    Wooo!
    We on the radio

    Written by: Brian Carenard, Justin Smith
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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