Just Sayin - Bizzle

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 ain’t' 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 ain’t' 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 ain’t' 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