Red Byers (Say Som'n Do Som'n) - Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko

Say som’n, do som’n, that’s the way that I was raised

But we living in different ways nowadays

But no matter what you was taught

Every man must hold his own

Pac told me, «Reach the block, homies»

When the thot’s know me then you get guacamole

Still gotta watch police even if you got dough these

Haza’s will not scold me, 'cause I am not Toby

I am a king, I made my mark on this planet, I am cha-ching

That’s my Asian name, I get dough from rhymin' supreme

I was poor, now I am a thing, I was low as slime in latrines

That’s amazin' man, I put the 'woop' on it, a few moments

Then you gon' get a new song with 'soo-woo' on it

The youth want it in groups to use the loop on this

A bad man, that’s what I am, an odd one

Never ask me what your broad done

I’ma say to the brethren Wagwan

Solid as Haile Selassie, so it’s nobody to stop me

Plus I got Maudie to watch me, free from the thottie’s debauchery

Stay away from fed’s wires, come fake with us and you gonna get lead fired

'Cause we known to say som’n, do som’n (what?), Red Byers

And if I ever started to fall

I’d land with both feet on the ground, makin' me ten feet tall

Looking like, «Wassup now?»

Say som’n, do som’n

«Wassup now?»

Say som’n, do som’n

Ah me?

Say som’n, do som’n

Still OG Say som’n, do som’n

If I said it I meant it, this how I live

I’ll die for it, that’s how I am

You can’t send a suburban black or white cop who never been to the hood,

to the hood

'Cause the perception they get from all the killings on the TV ain’t never good,

in the hood

So it’s nervous when they give service, no courage can lead to murders

The squirters make them assertive and I heard it can’t be refurbished

When the word is «We deserve it» 'cause someone alerted

We flirted with purges, leavin' us dead and deserted

Permanently dirted, inserted in a pine box, I’m not dyin' shot

Tryna make my time stop, N9ne got them slimes that mind pop

And they never do dime drop, born on N9ne' block to crime dot

Then the rhymes locked, where they find bop

I can still walk on Highland, walk on Wayne, claimin' what I ought to claim

Soft and sensitive simple suckers, they take the walk of shame

Heads wire, like if they bled, ours, the dead flyers

Because we say som’n, do som’n, Red Byers

And if I ever started to fall

I’d land with both feet on the ground, makin' me ten feet tall

Looking like, «Wassup now?»

Say som’n, do som’n

«Wassup now?»

Say som’n, do som’n

Ah me?

Say som’n, do som’n

Still OG Say som’n, do som’n

All I got is my name

Long as my name is good, I’m good

Feel evil, really though, sinister shit for illy blokes

Who milly tote for silly folks, bustin' 'til they chilly most

Kill these broke enemies, finna be until he croaks

Leavin' 'em wrapped in a drilly coat

Crossin' him with a chin like a billy goat

We talk this way 'cause we been through so much

Impossible to have no guts

Anybody fakin', we say hold up, we got our street and city sewed up

That’s from all the fightin' and bumpin', we found the light in the sunken

Hole, down is plight and dysfunction, plowed us right into something

Hours frightin' and then funkin' but the cowards pryin' and punchin'

And the pal is tryna trump him, now we flyin' and bumpin'

Flyin' higher than med tryers, we bred sires and they bed lie-ers

They get nothing and we got everything, Fred Meyer

I salute the triple OG, Red Byers