[Intro: Layzie Bone] 
Hey, hey, it's lil' Lay 
Saigon, Just Blaze 
Just out here in the field man 
Tryin to make these ends meet, you know? 
Every time you look around it's some shit goin down 
Man we tryin to make a better way 
Saigon, talk to 'em man 
Tell 'em how we tryin to do this man! 
 
[Saigon:] 
Check, my heart is hurtin and my soul's searchin for a better way 
I was born in Mooseknuckle where the kid was led astray 
Then I moved to B.K., where I fell in love with guns 
Fast forward six years later I'm a felon on the run with one 
Renegade Run was my alias 
And even when I was whylin the 'gon was a Don like Cornelius 
Them hoes used to chase me around 
None of my niggaz surprised, I got models givin face to me now 
That I roll with a super producer plus keep the booth in a stupor 
That's your dog? Call him, or we're meetin is [?] 
I try to put all of my trouble-makin days behind me 
But it seem like them fuckers always find some way to find me 
I never thought that Just Blaze would sign me (why?) 
Cause he know that I fight a lot and he know my Nation is rangin grimy (yeah) 
That's how I know that nigga for real 
Took a chance on givin a trill nigga a deal 
 
[Chorus: Layzie Bone (Saigon)] 
Although we thuggin and we be buggin we do be tryin to find a better way 
(Tryin to find a better way) 
And I'd be lyin if I said that we wasn't tryin to keep our pockets paid 
(Tryin to keep our pockets, paid) 
Although we grindin we on the grind and cause we tryin to reach our destiny 
(Tryin to reach our destiny kid) 
Whether it's hell (it's hell) whether it's jail (it's jail) 
[Both:] Or it's the cover of the XXL! 
 
[Saigon:] 
I never thought rhymin would help me climb the ladder of success 
Niggaz thought by now that I woulda took the magnum to the chest 
Or have the staggerin arrest record for dabblin in this 
I knew I shouldn'ta been in since I'm fresh up out the pen 
But N-O spell 'no' sucka, I kill 'em with the flow fucka 
You could compare me to no other 
I'm so scared of my temper, what if somebody try me? 
What if I gotta prove that I still use the shotty? 
Atlantic Records would dropped me, police is gon' knock me 
Them bitches is gon' laugh at me, the haters is gon' party 
And I'll be back in the yard 
With old timers callin me a GODDAMN FOOL for clappin ratchets at y'all 
I'm tellin you this, so you know I'm fully aware 
And very mindful, that I will throw away my career 
And let one of you little bitch niggaz step in my square 
And I'll show you I keep the weapon right here, aiyyo Belly come here! 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Saigon:] 
Check it, look 
I'm hardly never low-key so it's hard to get to know me 
Got enemies in the street that's still targetin to smoke me 
It must make 'em sick to see me as godly [?] in the movie 
Wait 'til they start spendin money to market and promote me 
Why would y'all wanna stop me? 
I changed my life around, put the rifle down, niggaz still plottin to Big and 'Pac me 
But on the contrilly I'm packin the mac-milly 
And clappin at the first lil' faggot that act silly 
It was my destiny to be here 
I killed the mixtapes for three years, all original beats so be clear 
And as fuckin fate would have it 
I got connected with the best producer in the world so we can go in and make a classic 
So when will you learn? I get deep without the Biblical terms 
We livin in hell with no physical burn 
That's why a nigga tryin to find a better way 
And sayin hi to tomorrow, goodbye to yesterday 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Saigon:] 
Whether it's hell, whether it's jail 
Or it's the cover of the XXL! 
Whether it's hell, whether it's jail 
Or it's the cover of the XXL! [echoes]
					 
					 
					
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