Lyrics Saddam - Pastor Troy

Yeah. Spent a long time watching the game
Come to find out them bustas is lame

Saddam Hussein
And even though they wanna stop my reign
I don′t think that they can contain
Saddam Hussein

And though they wanna take my life from me
I don't think them muthafuckas can see
Saddam Hussein

I Live by the gun die by the same thang
Time bomb tickin wont bust until ya push it

And im buckin on em
I′m wylin on em
I'm crankin on em
I'm growlin on em
I′m stuntin on em
I′m flashin on em
I'm flexin on em
I′m cashin on em
I'm leanin on em
I′m dreamin on em
I'm checkin on em
I′m tekkin on em
I'm cleanin on em
I'm gleamin on em
I′m snappin on em
I′m trappin on em
I'm sixin on em
I′m pissin on em
I'm dining on em
I′m shining on em
I'm candy on em
I′m fancy on em
Keep dat pistol handy on em

Like Saddam
Yeah! U ready to bomb
Like Saddam
Yeah! U ready to bomb

I ain't bout ta reintroduce myself
Bust that K set it off to the left
Hit em in the lungs got a nigga first breath
Let that mothafucka hang ima sentence him to death
Neva been the one just to bite my tounge
Love this gangsta shit where im from
Two two trey got a nigga on the run
Lemme tell ya somthin son aint no runnin from the gun
A2 you get bruised u get popped
Wont be the first mothafucka I shot
16 nigga-head count'll go pop
With tha infared beams sittin mean on the top
Gimmie my props gimmie my rank
I been in the army im ready to tank
Take heed to these words that I bomb
U don′t wanna fuck with me Saddam

And im buckin on em
I′m wylin on em
I'm crankin on em
I′m growlin on em
I'm stuntin on em
I′m flashin on em
I'm flexin on em
I′m cashin on em
I'm leanin on em
I'm dreamin on em
I′m checkin on em
I′m tekkin on em
I'm cleanin on em
I′m gleamin on em
I'm snappin on em
I′m trappin on em
I'm sixin on em
I′m pissin on em
I'm dining on em
I'm shining on em
I′m candy on em
I′m fancy on em
Keep dat pistol handy on em

Like Saddam
Yeah! U ready to bomb
Like Saddam
Yeah! U ready to bomb

Slide off in my six nigga
I don't want yo bitch nigga
Hoes been wantin′ me for too long
Love this gangsta shit that im on
Ridin on chrome heavy foot
What else can she do but look
Coogied up from head to toe
Keep me a coupla stacks at the floor
Back to the floor ain't I nice
Play with the cash and u playin with ya life
And anyone that u choose ya still lose
And then ima tax on them mothafuckin dues
I do it for the blues I do it for the bloods
Fuck the feds and fuck the judge
I′m about to drop a bomb nigga
Watch out for saddam nigga

And im buckin on em
I'm wylin on em
I′m crankin on em
I'm growlin on em
I'm stuntin on em
I′m flashin on em
I′m flexin on em
I'm cashin on em
I′m leanin on em
I'm dreamin on em
I′m checkin on em
I'm tekkin on em
I′m cleanin on em
I'm gleamin on em
I'm snappin on em
I′m trappin on em
I′m sixin on em
I'm pissin on em
I′m dining on em
I'm shining on em
I′m candy on em
I'm fancy on em
Keep dat pistol handy on em

Like Saddam
Yeah! U ready to bomb
Like Saddam
Yeah! U ready to bomb

C′mon