Just Sayin

yeah!
it's Bizzle man im seeing a lot.
I'm trying my best to speak on it without pointing fingers.
Let's go!

you got the nation listening but what are you sayin?
I know you jokers is high but this ain't cards you playin.
CHRIST be the king of the deck, no matter how far you made it,
just bring some respect,
or I'm sure it can go how far you take it.
I know your cars amazing but ya' heart is basic.
Designer clothes but, inside your soul is bargain basement.
your soft as charmin' baby.
an' hard as Carson Daly.
just talkin crazy cause nobody's made you walk it lately.
It's easy to be a soldier when aint' no wars poppin'.
You hollywood thuggin',
and Grammy Award shoppin'.
you don't live in the hood, nor visit no more, stop it!
you got ya tour poppin'
you and your Porsche Boxster.
you on ya' porch watchin',
while people out here dying,
and you ain't even close enough by 'um to hear the sirens.
It's them who buyin' records just to hear a gang of lyin'.
Quit claimin' you bangin I.N. Dawg if you a gangsta I am,
and who said if ya' black, gangtsa's a thing to be?
These rappers tryin' to be scarface, they make believe.
Dawg, if you over 30 it's time to be realistic.
It's no way you should be 37 and still ig'nant (ignorant),
still saggin', still bangin', and still flaggin'.
Ya' still fakin, this generation is still at it.
I still be in the hood its getting real graphic.
thats real blood on the concrete,
dem real caskets.
i know that aint' cha problem
but i made it mine!
Not only do I know the truth but I can make it rhyme.
they knew you'd sell us out
that's why they let ya' boys in.
They keep you eating good long as you feed the hood poison.
Got you endorsin' they liquor
and makin' blunt wraps.
From saint eyes, to crystal,
it always was that.
they say the government gave us guns, liquor, and crack.
But, last time I checked, yo' dealer was black,
and yo' killa was black,
and his money was green,
so you could read between the lines and see what I mean.
See when it comes to da' hood,
they have no influence,
they need a middle man,
a real opportunist.
One of our own kind that's selfish enough to do it.
Inject da' hood with poison for some lifestyle improvements.
Thats what these rappers is doin'. They sellin' us crack.
It's like the devil is back,
and one of his weapons is rap.
they try to merge it wit' rap.
we know how they get down,
they usin' our biggest rappers to make you embrace the sound.
maybe I'm trippen' though,
maybe I'm seeing things,
and maybe I see some things,
like a need for change.

look ya'll got too much influence to be actin' foolish.
i don't care if you signed up to be a role model or not,
kids gon' follow you regardless,
it come wit the fame.
When you tellin' em get money but,
you aint' tellin' them how to do it the way that won't land them in jail
or, won't land them in the grave.
And if you did live a troubled lifestyle whether, it was selling crack or pimpin or whatever you had to do to get by.
You know what I'm sayin', I thank GOD!
for you makin it out but, you tellin' your story like you the rule.
You not the rule you the exception to the rule.
you da' one happy ending out of the thousand cats that's sitting in jail or
buried up under the ground doing what you did.
You that one that made it in the game and... made something of yourself.
so You can't tell it like if they do what you do they gon' get what you got.
an' that's only to the couple cats in the game that really did what they say they did. you know what I'm sayin even though it's negative, if imma' be led down the wrong path I'd rather it be by somebody else who went down the wrong path, then, somebody who knew the right path but,
just chose to point me down the wrong one, you feel me?
But, at the same time if you been down the wrong path and you see me going down that wrong path you would be a hater not to tell me to go in the other direction, you feel me?
so yeah man turn ya negative into a positive dawg!
Bizzle



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Writer(s): Mark Felder
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