Pop Quiz (Multiple Choice) - Saigon

First question for motherfuckers that’s spittin' this «I'm a thug shit»

You claim you blew out a nigga brain, then what color was it?

A) Reddish like the dark shade of oxygenated blood

B) Brownish like water that’s mixed with dirt to make mud

C) Whitish like the man that created the virus to slay us or is it

D) Grayish like a gloomy and rainy day is

Second question strictly for players so state your biz

Tell me exactly what the definition of player is

A) Duke that rock links, flossin' the club and pop drinks

B) The jail nigga that stash the mop ringers and slop sinks

C) The rich rapper who depict the pictures of bigger sixes

D) That broke nigga fuckin' the richest nigga bitches

Movin' right along, question number three is for the females

Never generalize, I’m into details

Other than the fact chicks is too quick to strip and spread

What is it exactly that make a honey a chickenhead?

A) If she’ll fuck her girl man on some shady shit

B) Go to clubs but’ll leave her mother to babysit

C) Swap sex for materialistic objects

D) All of the above, love, you fucked up

The fourth question’s a question that still ig me

Who do y’all niggas think that it was that killed Biggie?

A) Southside Crips cause Puffy owed 'em a grip

B) Some crazy 'Pac fan that flipped and unloaded a clip

C) Missiles from pistols from government officials

D) The same cat that came back and then sang «I Miss You»

You never was a killa;

you never bust a gun

You never held the spot down;

was never on the run

You never lived my life;

you dead in the wrong

Cause you never did none of the shit that you said in your song

With the strength of a hundred baboons

I’ll beat your eyes black as a fuckin' raccoon’s

Leave you covered with stab wounds

Dead in a public bathroom

You like to tighten your face and cuss when you spit

Know what I noticed?

That tough shit is just when you spit

I couldn’t picture you bustin' a clip

I could see you suckin' a dick or probably getting fucked with a stick

Drama with me, son, your baby mama will be

Found in the woods, hangin' by her thong from a tree

You spit my life and won an award

But you can’t get my stripes cause you the type to run in a war

Slung jums in front of the store;

done it before

Held guns, I’m talkin' at least a hundred or more

Should put a gun to your jaw, to one of your whores

Fuck under the covers;

we all lovers under the floor

Word is bond, word is bond

Abandoned Nation, we up in this bitch, nahmean, 2k

Niggas is outta jail, niggas is coming for niggas heads nahmean

All these fake ass MCs advocating real niggas lives and shit

Like it’s some sweet sheet, nahmean?

Shit is, shit is, shit is aggravating god, word up man

Big up my nigga Shyne son, word up, hold your head man

I’ma make sure niggas take care of you up north son

You never was a killa, you never bust a gun

You never held the spot down, was never on the run

So why you wanna live fucked up like us?

If they convict J and Puff, good luck on Rikers