Artist: Saigon
Album:  The Greatest Story Never Told Chapter 3: The Troubled Times of Brian Carenard
Song:   Contraband 3
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Saigon]
Uh, uh, uh
Press reset, muh'fucker
Renegade renaissance, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh
And another one, uh
Uh, uh, do it my way
Yardfather returns, you already know
Back better than ever, ha ha!
Bang on 'em Sai'

[Saigon]
I got a couple of deep questions for niggaz 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 two so you can know how I do
First question for niggaz that dwell North
What do y'all think the reason is New York fell off?
(A!) This new batch of niggaz soundin like switch siders
(B!) New York DJ's for bein dick-riders
(C!) Fake thugs and shit pretend to be Bloods and Crips
(D!) All of the above, ya bitch (ya bitch)
Second question, I think I'll take some suggestions
What do we do about this rapper-wearin-a-dress trend?
(A!) Show 'em how gettin punched in the fuckin eye feel
(B!) Just wait, cause soon they'll be wearin high heels
(C!) Line 'em up but just provide 'em with a slaughter
(D!) Or just admit the shit is Sodom and Gomorrah
The third question a question I take seriously
I know you listenin but I don't think that you hearin me
I ain't gon' front, shit kinda put some fear in me
Why people say all these tragedies a conspiracy?
(A!) Cause they really usin HAARP to control the weather
(B!) If a building's hit at the top, it would hold together
(C!) They've been sayin the world'll end since 2010
(D!) We remember the shit 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 dealin, all of the fake murders
Which of these niggaz set black people back the furthest?
(A!) Trinidad James on "All Gold Everything"
(B!) Rick Ross, the officer that'll gang bang
(C!) 2 Chainz for really bein a kid that had brains
(Or D!) The white man that's runnin the game

[Chorus: Saigon]
You never was a killer, you never bust a gun
You never held a spot down, was never on the run
You never was a O.G., no it is not right
for you to say you was then live in the spotlight
You never was a killer (uh-uh) never bust a gun (nah nah)
Never held a spot down, was never on the run (nah nah)
You never was a O.G., no it is not right
for you to say you was then live in the spotlight

[Saigon]
I'll strike the mag, smack the fag that said I jacked his swag
Then smother the motherfucker with a Glad plastic bag
I'm a maniac, like I get around violence and chain react
Doctors still askin me, what the fuck 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
Somethin about the bang, I like it a lil' louder
I'm just tellin the truth, it ain't even somethin I'm proud of!
You know you fucked jury come back in less than an hour
How you deliberate a nigga fate in less than an hour?
Money is power, then power is nothin
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 nothin?
'Til I came