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Ha ha, S to the A man Yeah! [Hook] I'm on my way to the top, no frontin Y'all couldn't pay me to stop, no nothin Stayed on my own and keep my pace, I'm runnin Cause I'm on my way up, I'm on my way up It is y'all comin with me - elevator ride to the top Y'all can come with me - elevator ride to the top I don't think y'all hear me - we gon' take a ride to the top It is y'all comin with me - we gon' take a ride to the top I'm on my way up [Verse 1-Saigon] And I ain't NEVER comin down clown Bang you from every angle like surround sound Bow down, pay homage to my hustle man Stop gettin mad cause I be showin off my muscles man I work hard for 'em, so damn right I'ma show 'em You think I do that shit for fun? I don't think so son I'm in the gym like young Muhammad and them He said to make it to the top that I gotta get it in And in the studio you should already know what I'm cookin up Every other year I got this rap shit shooken up Whoever hot at the time know if he got outta line Then I'm droppin a rhyme to put a stop to his shine I'm, much more than punchlines and metaphors The skill level is light years ahead of yours So feel free to critique my mystique The wise rule the world, the strong only rule the weak [Hook] [Verse 2-Saigon] And like I said, I ain't comin down I did everything one can do in the underground Mixtapes, tours, made a couple hundred thou' But people want that "Greatest Story" and they want it now The powers that be don't wanna let my message out My words are equal to somethin for them to stress about I made a song "Color Purple," they refused to push it That was a song that could do stuff this other music couldn't "Pain in My Life," the proof was in the pudding Plus I'm a rapper that could act as good as Cuba Gooding The black-ballin was obvious, I walk, they say "Look he leavin" What kinda guy'll retire before his rookie season? I plan, plot, strategize different ways to make it Cause when you real as I am you face major hatred Feel free to critique my mystique The wise rule the world, the strong only rule the weak [Hook] [Verse 3-Saigon] They target us like hate, target at Colin Corey got on the train and startin poppin shots into people noggins It's not surprisin why my people still get knocked for robbin 'Sposed to just watch you cop shit to drive in? We barely survivin You crazy or just out of your noggin? Look dawg I'm really [?] shit, none of y'all spotted it That's the problem with kids, you niggas got slum topics Talk about you from projects, you sold the bubblegum droplets All you hear is Hummers, drop six; for every nigga with a drop six It's two niggas with hoopties probably fuckin y'all chicks A hot spit, think you could stand a Glock Rockets are brolic like rocks are solid, you sweet as a box of chocolates I'm takin off to the top like a rocket I gotta get to the profit and nada is gonna stop it So feel free to critique my mystique The wise rule the world, the strong only rule the weak Speak [Hook] [Outro:] Uhh, break it down now Break it (no frontin) no frontin y'all (No nothin) Nothin gon' stop me man! (I'm runnin) I'm on my way up yo! Check it (I'm on my way up) Who comin with me? How many people comin with me? Now everybody come (with me) c'mon DJ Corb', Saigon the Yardfather Break it down (way up)
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