Say, Say, Say

[Chorus: singers]<br>Say, Say, Say what you want<br>But we don`t give a fuck about you<br>Say, Say, Say what you want<br>But we don`t give a fuck about you<br><br>[Prodigal Sunn]<br>Chemistry black soul, old gold complexion<br>I hold the future lessons, blessings, shoot you with the weapon step in<br>With the shilla God, the impression is hard<br>Crimes on the boulevard, that shit is small like lard<br>Baby girl tried to whisper in my ear some jewels<br>She said the wise man`s swifter, plays a part of a fool<br>I learned that in Allah`s school of gratitude<br>Bad attitudes we leave black and blue<br>The project news, Sunz of Man new and improved<br>16 cuts on your CD, compare it to blues<br><br>[Holy Smokes]<br>Get this one official stamp, boost the amp<br>Increase ya camp, by chance you might enhance or learn to dance<br>I rock with the champion image from start to finish<br>Compress Spanish, youth offenders, slice of your dinners <br>Brain chemist` cross gimmicks and mimicks<br>Whatever stick they sent us, it`s up top criminal trial<br>`Fore your mind is blind, create my rhymes in brail<br>Hop, skip, jump bail, and off with tail<br>Hot stairs in the suburbs, wise words<br>Anyone can get it like his or hers<br>Why you sippin` on sys-urp, hittin` Brooklyn curb<br>Evidence scattered in Pitsburgh for six birds<br><br>[Hook x2: Hell Razah & 60 Second Assassin]<br>Say what you wanna, your shits a goner<br>Smokin` marijauna, drinkin` the spring water<br>Bagged me a dollar, turned out to be a quarter<br>Next time you step in, make sure you steppin` on her<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Hell Razah]<br>You better step your game up, Sunz draw quicker than a paint brush<br>Y`all got 16`s that ain`t bust<br>Some I float got bodies on it<br>Got killers that`s paid, wanna pay me to copy off it<br>Get my mic rock inside your office<br>You`se an industry talker, I`m in the streets<br>Death to infinity, we gonna make sure y`all respect our vicinity<br>In this Matrix, my bitches is trinity<br>Get popped in the back of your head like John Kennedy<br>Born in the seventies, mind be where the Heavens be<br>My body in Hell, where the wicked be<br>I inhale mistakes and breathe out victory (Nah)<br>I don`t deal with no witchcraft or trickery (uh-huh, uh-huh)<br>No man, no idles, no mysteries<br><br>[Snuggle Up]<br>I save a thousand dollars a day, 7 times 4 times 12<br>Yo I`m eatin` and I don`t touch nothin`<br>I go to college, learn a trade to get paid, now who`s frontin`?<br>Bitches fuck me cuz they see clear, knowin` that in two years<br>70 thousand dollars if I go that route<br>But the most they can get is dick and they out<br>I keep this rap shit on the low cuz I already knew where the dough was<br>So make sure you nice so you can raise the price<br>All this before a deal, oh what a way to come in!<br>If this is Different Strokes I`m Phil Drummond<br><br>Chorus x2