Not Like Them Saigon (Ft. Styles P)

[Verse 1: Saigon]
I could be parallel to bad as hell
Equivalent to ignorant
Depends on the matter, well, if it's that insignificant
I'll just have to tell a nigga to kick rocks with flip flops
Rapper rather tell than sit in a cell to snitch hop
I ain't paying to disc jock, he ain't getting the wrist-watch
I'm the realest to make it, he takin dick in the shit box
I kinda get why I'm legit, mostly to the folks who think dominant
I see why dishonest shit is so prominent
See the kids that's rhymin' it, that ain't lived not a line of it
You ain't hood money not good money ya counterfeit
The kind of vagin I get on some Lola Falana shit
Interstate 95'ing it, with that coke and them llamas, bitch
Hold up, what time is it? The clock strike ten
I guarantee none of y'all be on the block like him
Cock the fifth back you get baffled, click clack, you skedaddle
Lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like them
The record labels are scared of me, Internet gotta bag me
First they said I was gangsta, then they said 'not exactly'
I rap about politicians, I rap about Pataki
The loser maneuvers of Edgar Hoover reenacted
Being I'm on my black shit, they be trying silence me
But to do that shit, they'll have to do it violently
Clack clack that mack back
Rat-at-at-at-at
A lot of niggas bust they guns, but not like them