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(feat. Tony Collins) [Intro: Saigon] Yo, I remember Xtra P told Q-Tip don't say the year But I'ma say the year (ohhhhh) The year is 2012 And the reason I'ma say the year cause we lost somebody very special to me Very special to hip-hop, Chris Lighty We love you forever man, c'mon [Chorus: Tony Collins] Ohh, where I'm from it goes down every day Ohh, but still I dream that there's a better way Lord, e'rybody got a problem, make a couple dollars Gotta spend that on a bottle, yeah Ohh, so you can drown all your troubles away Ohh, or you can be what you're destined to be As long as I'm breathin I'ma keep on livin for the dream I believe in Forever dreamin [Saigon] Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Whether crack wars or rap tours, we walkin them dogs with the track jaws Attack frauds, get tossed in the morgue when I blast off Past forward, my criminal task force Letras de cancionesLast cat and wish him and my path cross it's bat-tle[?] Talkin bad off, I mean really really bad off Let's just say next time you see him you gon' take your hat off Look America, it's Saigon from the Abandoned I'm probabaly one of Harriet Tubman's great-great-great-great-grandkids What the fuck I care about John Paul or Sir Francis? That's two original men as they dances around the answers If we a micro in the macro of crackers, the Earth cancers is willin to go against nature and suffer the circumstances I got the intel of a nigga that studies stem cells Shit'll get ugly in Hell, it's no way it can end well Police got a nigga barred from my own hood Sometimes I think I'm too smart for my own good [Chorus] [Saigon] Uh, it's real I got a migraine, head throbbin, feelin pain Present outlook on life, is that there's nothin else to gain The old-timers scold the gold miners, see I suppose He tellin all he knows once the wild Irish rose Flows form in my brain, heavy verses purgatory in vain Three on the rock, three on parole, it's insane While workers is gettin greedier and greedier Caught my partner Black in his back, now he suffer from paraplegia Nothin gettin easier, cousin playin the game of crime I aim the 9, emphasizin, see my frame of mind Sniffin cocaine, I got a rhyme for every grain Tryin to maintain, simply tryin to stay in my lane See money comes money goes like a runny nose But when you blow it, goin to your honeys and foes I never thought I could be happier in bummier clothes Well looky here yo, what do ya know? [Chorus] [Saigon] I got a daughter in California I hardly see Even 3,000 miles away she's a part of me For her I'll spill every bit of blood in my arteries I'll kill a nigga, whether he thug or he R&B And to Milan, I'm tryin to strengthen the bond with your moms Even when she buggin, I keep calm Even if I needed niggaz to write for me They couldn't cause they wouldn't believe in my life story Uh-uh [Chorus] [Outro: Saigon] Beautiful music! I'd like to say somethin real quick I wanna say rest in peace, to one of my close friends My former manager, Chris Lighty Did a lot for the sport, a lot for the game; I salute you Y'know God always takes the ones he wants close to him You know? We love you forever Hip-Hop love you forever Saigon, Canei, swervin From Letras Mania