Lyrics The Invitation (feat. Q Tip & Fatman Scoop) - Saigon feat. Q-Tip & Fatman Scoop
Check,
check,
check
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
it's
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
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)
1 Station Identification (Intro) (feat. Fatman Scoop)
2 The Invitation (feat. Q Tip & Fatman Scoop)
3 Enemies
4 Clap (feat. Faith Evans)
5 Preacher
6 It's Alright (feat. Marsha Ambrosius)
7 Give It to Me (feat. Raheem DeVaughn)
8 What the Lovers Do (feat. Devin The Dude)
9 And the Winner Is (feat. Bun B)
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