Contraband 3 (A, B, C, D)

[Intro] Press reset, muhfucka. Renegade Renaissance. And another one. Do it my way. The Yardfather returns. You already know. Back better than ever [Verse 1 – Saigon] I got a couple of deep questions for niggas that need lessons The truth I deliver—you should consider these blessings If you ain't heard Contraband 1 or part 2 You should Google those too so you can know how I do First question for niggas that dwell north What do y'all think the reason is New York fell off? A) This new batch of niggas sounding like switch siders B) New York DJ’s for being dick riders C) Fake thugs and shit pretend to be bloods and crips D) All of the above, ya bish (ya Bitch) Second question, I think I'll take some suggestions What do we do about this rapper wearing a dress trend? A) Show ‘em how getting punched in the fuckin eye feel? B) Just wait ‘cause soon they'll be wearing high heels C) Line ‘em up but just provide em with a slaughter D) Or just admit this shit is Sodom and Gomorrah The third question a question I take seriously I know you listening, but I don't think that you hearing me I ain't ‘gon front, shit kinda put some fear in me Why people say all these tragedies a conspiracy? A) ‘Cause they really using HAARP to control the weather B) If a building's hit at the top, it would hold together C) They been saying the world'll end since 2010 D) We remember the shit they did to the Indians The fourth question a question that's controversial Why do these square rap groups wanna be crime circles? All of the fake drug dealing, all of the fake murders Which of these niggas set black people back the furthest A) Trinidad James and All Gold Everything B) Rick Ross, the officer that'll gang bang C) 2 Chainz for really being a kid that has brains, or D) The white man that's running the game [Hook x2] You never was a killer, you never bust a gun You never held a spot down, was never on the run You never was a OG. No, it is not right For you to say you was, then live in the spotlight [Verse 2] I'll strike the mag, smack the fag that said I jacked his swag Then smother the motherfucker with a Glad plastic bag I'm a maniac, like I get around violence and chain react Doctors still asking me,”What the fuck you so angry at?” I don't even know, but they say one out of every three Black boys in the ghetto love metal and gun powder Something about the bang, I like it a little louder I'm just telling the truth—it ain't even something I'm proud of You know you fucked, jury come back in less than an hour How you deliberate a nigga fate in less than an hour? Money is power, then power is nothing A verse from me is equal to like a hour discussion Malcolm X was just 2Pac without the percussion Who'd of thought it would amounted to nothing? ‘Til I came