Statik Selektah - Lady Sings The Blues lyrics

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Statik Selektah - Lady Sings The Blues lyrics

[Intro] Something like that Sing to they a** girl I'm not gon' keep telling you Saigon, Statik They know that i'm the hardest Let me get at it one more time Sing Check me, look [Verse 1] They know that i'm the hardest And I ain't even up in the mansion right now The teams still around the projects Giddy is a artist n***a you only a lyricist I'm all that and a bag of onion 'n garlics Look at the sh** you started Somebody's gotta die, die, die Then bring me a operation as the target Out on the corner of the market, lil kids in the 'burbs They watch Entourage, see me, now they want to rock camouflage Play cold, I heat em, melt you like Haagen Dasz Nobody got bars like [?] Who else can got broads, to give a menage Easier than most motherf**ers can get a ma**age, huh Cause me in that big body biz, huh Have you frontin', I ain't the least Just let me f** one of your friends ma All that hung startin' a thing in the past Matter of fact, my lil.. come sing for they a** Get 'em [Saigon talking] I told you girl You gotta hit that note baby Nah, that ain't it right there Try it again, come on That's a little better f** that man, this is Hip Hop man f** that You know what? Look [Verse 2] I won't f** with the kid and him sh**tin, it's impersistent You at it in the source boss, it isn't a misprint 60 percent of n***as spittin' is inconsistent The other 40 came with the grain, but them one against it Time to get rich in an instant n***as diss songs with the R&B b**hes And even Kirk Franklin and [?] But n***as dissed 'em and since did he quit trickin' the system His image diminished along with his wits and his wisdom When he tried to come back to reality rap They said, Sorry son we're over the salary cap Then he tried to rap on how he was proud to be black Till they caught him with some white girls Chillin' where cowards be at He's getting depressed, n***as thought he was bug Then it hit 'em, wait maybe I can rap like a thug He would, and made records about bussin' and flippin d** Believe it or not, the f**in' bullsh** was getting loved Damn.. [Saigon talking] I don't understand The n***a recreated himself He reinvented himself He came back as a gangsta Sing to they mothaf**ers Don't make me Chris Brown you b**h