Come On Baby Lyrics - Greatest Story Never Told - Saigon

Put your hands up 

Put your hands up 

Ladies and gentleman your now rockin' with the best 

Just Blaze, 

Put your hands up Swizzy, 

Put your hands up Diddy 

One two three 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 um, 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 inter taps 

I been in the Benz, been in the Lex, been in the M.S.X. 

Yes, I run ringers around the fraudulent 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 D.T. 

I Mike Tyson ya eye, put a permanent 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 

[Chorus] 

Hold up, the pump will make you jump up 

Put ya body in the trunk 

(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 jump 

(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 trunk 

(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 

One two three we gone! 

You ain't crazy, don't you play me, don't you know its Jay-Z 

When internet ask you who's the best, why wont you say me? 

Don't you hate me, c'mon baby, was it all gravy 

I took my lumps comin' up just like a boxer baby 

My first style may be if I stutter, maybe 

But then I slowed it down brought it from the gutter baby 

Matterfact, I don't give a fuck what you rate me 

Record labels told me, guess what the fuck that make me 

Super rich, stupid bitches know I'm super viscous 

Like standin' over a wounded man with two biscuits 

Lets get it clear like eucalyptus if you conflicted 

My flow is like the Cuban missile crisis 

Nigga my hand missiles is priceless, 

I hide a couple rare jewels in a verse 

For my niggas that like to listen like this 

Gotta let it do what it do baby 

[Chorus] 

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 that's way more then I can say for a lot of cats 

My name's Saigon nigga 

Break bread mu'fucka' 'fore I break ya fucking head lil' sucka' 

[Chorus]