Come On Baby - Saigon, Jay-Z, Swizz Beatz

Just Blaze, hey, hands up Swizzy, hey, hands up 1, 2, 3, here we go!

Microphone check one two what is this?

The Yardfather coming to give niggas the business

It’s so beyond rap, cock sucker we live this

So uhm, come on baby, come on, come on and witness

The next ten years of this shit, the slickness is deliberate

Lyrically it’s as sick as it get

I been in the pen, been in the jects, been in the ??

I been in the Benz, been in the Lex, been in the MSX

Yes, I run ringers around the fraudulant type

Come here and I’ll show you that I spit on just more then a mic

I make it hard for niggas to breathe, please

These wicked emcees squeeze

Hammers like the Pampers used to squeeze, hit the DT

I Mike Tyson ya eye, put a permenant ring around it Then go run in the booth and sing about it Look, if I don’t hurt the nigga that play with my wealth

I’m like me on Entourage god, I’m playing myself, let’s go Hold up, the pump will make you jump up Put ya body in the tr-unk

(Don't you baby, don’t you baby, don’t ya baby)

Keep goin now…

New York, and all the way to Cali

And the South’ll make ya j-ump

(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)

Don’t touch the boy, yup

Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up Put ya body in the tr-unk

(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)

I’ll whip ya ass from…

New York, and all the way to Cali

And the South’ll make ya jump

1, 2, 3, we gone!

Four finger, three finger, two finger, one finger

Hum dinger, gun slinger, that’s what I am Trying to get some cash in my hand as fast as I can

So you should, come on baby, come on, come on and fuck wit ya man

I got this rap shit down to a science

Alotta niggas shit is aight but they ain’t fucking with Ryan

First there was some defiance, until I formed an alliance

With Justin, he plugged me in, now I’m as hot as a fucking iron

You lying, all the gunplay talk

Knowing behind closed doors you be practicing on ya runway walk

I been in the kill, been in the cap, been in the box and back

I been in the ville, tripping the gat, trimming a boxing match

And I still walk around this fucker with not a scratch

And thats way more then I can say for alot of cats

My name’s Saigon nigga

Break bread mufucka 'fore I break ya fucking head lil sucka

Finally I’ve arrived, so we can say our goodbyes

To the ring tone rapper, that crap’ll never survive

Its the lyrics in hip-hop, they even the odds

We gotta, come on baby, come on, come on and keep it alive

I got a microphone jones, I’m in love with it If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t even fuck with it I been in the rocks, been in the grams

Been in the pots and pans, I been in demand

Been in the sense I dropped contraband, damn

Simon says, «Saigon slap the shit outta suckas»

«Slam his head on the cement and stomp it until he’s ??»

My son says your son scared of societies shit list

Sick as the second stage of siphylis and swift as the Savior’s scripture

I say after it’s all said and done

I’mma be way ahead of them, never see a better one

So look niglet, fall back a tid bit

Or get ya fucking wig split, this some big shit