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that HOE\nYou can keep that dutch but let that zig zag GO\n\nTold niggaz I was comin'\nSaigon\n\nPatna'\nI'm the one y'all need to be worred about\nPatna'\nI'm that dude\nY'all gon' see\nLet's get back to business\n\n(Verse 2)\nMy team will come through; pop you in the head\nThem sixteens shot you now you up and dead\nYou act like you can't get hit with hot lead\nI pop you in your cornrows; pop 'em in the dreads\nEven niggaz with waves could get some of this\nSAAAMN\nCome again; got niggaz in the State Pen; niggaz in the bing\nGot niggaz only hatin' 'cause I'm getting' ripped\nNow I got to chase them with the infrared\nSAAAMN\nCome again; somebody gonna leave this party dead\nSome boy gon' get shot and knocked in the head\nI hit him with the head shot that rocked him to bed\nSprayed down, popped him, shot him then I fled\nSAAAMN\nCome again\nSAAAMN","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Come Again\n  artist: Saigon\n  album: Come Again b/w The Letter P\n 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Saigon\n\n  Patna'\n  I'm the one y'all need to be worred about\n  Patna'\n  I'm that dude\n  Y'all gon' see\n  Let's get back to business\n\n  (Verse 2)\n  My team will come through; pop you in the head\n  Them sixteens shot you now you up and dead\n  You act like you can't get hit with hot lead\n  I pop you in your cornrows; pop 'em in the dreads\n  Even niggaz with waves could get some of this\n  SAAAMN\n  Come again; got niggaz in the State Pen; niggaz in the bing\n  Got niggaz only hatin' 'cause I'm getting' ripped\n  Now I got to chase them with the infrared\n  SAAAMN\n  Come again; somebody gonna leave this party dead\n  Some boy gon' get shot and knocked in the head\n  I hit him with the head shot that rocked him to bed\n  Sprayed down, popped him, shot him then I fled\n  SAAAMN\n  Come again\n  SAAAMN\n"},{"id":31815196,"name":"Letter P","trackName":"Letter P","artistName":"Saigon [Hosted By Gunshottapes.Com]","albumName":"Royalty 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like Pac\nI was placed in the PJs\nI get POed when my PO\nGive me pots to pee in\nI got pinched, placed in the pen\nI will penetrate through your chest plate\nYou preschool poets are pitiful\nYou playing with no principle\nPut out public school\nI put a pencil in the principal\nPlea bargain my pre-meditateds palmin' my penis\nYou prolly with PoPo and participate with subpoenas\nI part through your peoples like \"Pardon, Pa\" it's a problem\nThey probably plenty prayin or plain playing possum\nMake police park cars, snap pictures of parts of 'em\nPull punks pop pellets, you punks want no parts of him, period","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.24] I pop a pussy person for purposefully perpetrating\n[00:12.81] Point the pistol and pull it, this punk is impersonating\n[00:15.57] My people pack P-89's for prime time\n[00:18.41] They parolin my posse, Im pickin up pom-pom's\n[00:21.42] Personally I preach prophecy\n[00:23.64] These punks puttin out poems about pimping, pushing and property\n[00:27.04] 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