Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Invitation, artist - Saigon. Album song The Greatest Story Never Told, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.02.2011
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
The Invitation |
Ain’t nothin' stoppin this murder in this Metropolis |
I represent the poor and profitless corner monopolists |
The pessimist outnumber the optimist on the block and it’s |
Coppers that got binoculars cause I can feel them watchin us |
(Feel em watchin us) If only they knew what we had a pocket of |
They probably swarm in without a warning pointin Glocks at us |
Get down… but this is gettin us paid |
So at a very tender age we learned the tricks of the trade |
Copping coke to cooking it to chipping it with the blade |
To baggin and pitchin to gettin rid of it in a raid |
Most of us would never get to the stage, when its lawyers and bail |
Hell we’re happy to get sticked in the cage |
And it’s crazy we be out here for days upon days |
Makin just enough to get some licks, some kicks, and some haze |
It’s a damn shame we’re placed in a no win situation |
The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation |
Fishkill, Rikers Island you don’t stop |
Greenhaven all day you don’t stop |
Hold it down in Rahway you don’t stop |
You gotta strive in Elmira you don’t stop |
Sullivan, Coxsackie you don’t stop |
All my peoples Auburn you don’t stop |
And last but not least for the sure shot |
It’s the abandoned nation |
Theresa baby daddy got a bad habit of smoking money up |
She gettin some stripper paper but saving up for a tummy tuck |
Little man hungry as fuck he only one-years-old |
But knows he’s unlucky and such |
As he grows he gets bitter now he acts up in class |
He curses his teachers out tellin them they can kiss his ass |
Soon as he didn’t pass his mama whoopin his ass |
His pops is not around the boy is block bound |
(Block bound) Not even 12 months later |
He sucking on 40-ounces and pissing in elevators |
Idolizin the guys with big rides that’s gettin the quick paper |
And now he despises the shit-taker |
He 13 goin on 26 and a half |
His only dream was to have bricks and a stash |
Poppin the clutch and hittin the gas, so then he start dabblin |
In the coke game pitchin for halves |
Now he sittin in a cell with an unpeculiar bail |
He happened to make a sale to an unfamiliar male |
Who was an undercover cop his photo is at the station |
The party is in the pen and the blow is the invitation |
Bayview, San Quentin you don’t stop |
North Branch, Connally you don’t stop |
Huntsville, Buckingham, and you don’t stop |
Greenville, James River you don’t stop |
The party is in the pen and the government is promotin it |
That’s the reason I don’t be believin in all this votin shit |
They bring the coke in this bitch, ain’t no poppy seeds |
In the p’s please, there’s nothing but a whole lot of hopelessness |
That’s where all the focus is, makin sure the blacks |
Stay in the back the same place that uh, Scoliosis is |
How can they lie with such compulsiveness we just sit around |
Acting like as if this is how we supposed to live |
Fuck outta here, I can swear in bout a year |
I’ll have these suckas in explainin why the hell they still got us here |
Still being treated like shit still gettin beat |
With nightsticks, still attractin heat in my six |
That’s why we ride still drink Barcardi and the Gin |
Cause whitey trying to invite me to the party in the pen |
A body will get your ass up in VIP |
And the burner will get you in without showing your ID |
The coke that’ll get you in especially if you cook it up |
You RSVP to the party in the P |
-enitentiary Saigiddy I am the truth |
I ain’t one of these kids that lie to the youth, I’m living proof |
Comstock in the house it don’t stop |
Sing Sing, uh you don’t stop |
Attica come on you don’t stop |
And Attica come on you don’t stop |
Out in Greenhaven you don’t stop |
And what it do Rahway you don’t stop |
Out west in Lompoc you don’t stop |
Is San Quentin in the house and you don’t stop |
Over in Ironwood you don’t stop |
What about Arrendale you don’t stop |
North Branch do it up you don’t stop |
Over in Connelly you don’t stop |
Saigon the Yardfather you don’t stop |
Just Blaze on the beat he keeps it hot |
And last but not least for the sure shot |
It’s the abandoned nation |
Comstock’s in the house hands up (hands up) |
Sing Sing’s in the house hands up (hands up) |
Attica’s in the house hands up (hands high) |
Greenhaven’s in the house hands up (to the sky) |
Rahway’s in the house hands up (put em up) |
Lompoc’s in the house hands up (keep em up) |
Elmira’s in the house hands up (hands high) |
Sullivan’s in the house hands up (put em up, put em up) |