Lyrics to Red Byers
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Say somethin' do somethin'
That's the way that I was raised
But we living in different ways nowadays
But no matter what you was taught
Every man must hold his own

Pac told me, "reach the block homies"
When the thot's know me then you get guacamole
Still gotta watch police even if you got dough these
Haza's will not scold me, 'cause I am not Toby
I am a king
I made my mark on this planet, I am cha-ching
That's my Asian name, I get dough from rhyming supreme
I was poor, now I am a thing
I was low as slime in latrines
That's amazing man, I put the 'woop' on it
A few moments then you gon' get a new song with 'soo-woo' on it
The youth want it in groups to use the loop on this
A bad man, that's what I am, an odd one
Never ask me what your broad done
I'ma say to the brethren Wa Gwan
Solid as Halie Selassie
So it's nobody to stop me
Plus I got Maudie to watch me
Free from the thottie's debauchery
Stay away from fed's wires
Come fake with us
And you gonna get lead fired
'Cause we known to say something, do something (What?)
Red Byers

And if I ever started to fall
I lift with both feet on the ground
Making me ten feet tall
Looking like, "Wassup now?"
Say something, do something
"Wassup now?"
Say something, do something
Ah me?
Say something, do something
Still OG
Say something, do something

If I said it I meant it
This how I live
I'll die for it
That's how I am

You consider suburban black on white cop who never been to the hood, to the hood
'Cause the perception they get from all the killings on the TV ain't never good, in the hood
So it's nervous when they give service
No courage can lead to murders
The squirters make them assertive
And I heard it can't be refurbished
When the word is "We deserve it"
'Cause someone alerted, we flirted with purges
Leaving us dead and deserted
Permanently dirted, inserted
In a pine box I'm not dyin' shot
Tryna make my time stop
Nine got them slimes that mind bop
And it never do dime drop
Born on Nine' block to crime dot
Then the rhymes locked where they find bop
I can still walk on Highland, walk on Wayne
Claiming what I aught to claim
Soft and sensitive simple suckers, they take the walk of shame
Heads wire, like that they bled, ours
The dead flyers
Because we say something, do something
Red Byers

And if I ever started to fall
I lift with both feet on the ground
Making me ten feet tall
Looking like, "Wassup now?"
Say something, do something
"Wassup now?"
Say something, do something
Ah me?
Say something, do something
Still OG
Say something, do something

All I got is my name
Long as my name is good, I'm good

Feel evil, really though
Sinister shit for illy blokes
Who milly tote for silly folks
Busting till they chilly most
Kill these broke enemies finna be until he croaks
Leaving 'em wrapped in a drilly coat
Crossing him with a chin like a billy goat
We talk this way 'cause we been through so much
Impossible to have no guts
Anybody faking we say hold up
We got our street and city sewed up
That's from all the fighting and bumping
We found the light in the sunken hole
Down is plight and dysfunction
Plowed us right into something
Hours frighting and then funking
But the cowards prying and punching
And the pal is trying to trump him
Now we flying and bumpin'
Flying higher than med tryers
We bred sires and they bed lie-ers
They get nothing and we got everything, Fred Meyer
I salute the triple OG, Red Byers
Songwriters: Michael Summers, Stewart Ashby, Samuel William Christopher Watson, Aaron Yates
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