[Intro - Saigon interview on Ms. Drama TV]



[Ms. Drama]

So did you give OJ th-the lyrics to say in that particular song?



[Saigon]

For his song? No, he wrote his own lyrics. But...I'm not...



[Ms. Drama]

Did he give you lyrics to say?



[Saigon]

No, but at the same time it's like, and we just havin' fun with it

I'm not gonna, go, try to be super scientifical, lyrical, mira-

I'm not Slaught-I'm not a part of Slaughterhouse



[Ms. Drama]

So do you co-sign Slaughterhouse too?



[Saigon]

Oh, well, most of 'em. (haha)

Strictly I even co-sign Joe Budden like (okay)...

He's just a faggot. He's a fuckin' faggot

But...he can rap, knowhatI'msayin'? The rest of like...

Joell's my NIGGA. He not gonna just start something (So how...) 

He's not gonna just say, "Damn, I need attention.

So let me just pick on somebody for attention."



[Ms. Drama]

And they're very close though. 



[Saigon]

They are close. 



[Ms. Drama]

But ho-how do you think they all get each other's back? 



[Saigon]

I don't know. I don't know how they close

I-I couldn't be close with a nigga like that (That's all...) 

Yeah, I'm a fan of Joell (Okay)

I'm a fan of Crooked I and I'm a great fan of Royce

And you know...I think they can rap

But I just don't think these motherfuckers can make records youknowwhatI'msayin'?

I don't think there's one song on there that we gonna be singin' two years from now



[Sample - Man talking]

From the say you're born...till the day you die

If you're one of the poor one's you just gotta work hard



[Verse 1]

My shit is laid out

Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out

Why is it harder for, peace over violence?

Niggas don't know The Art Of War, we roll in silence

It always got to be that one nigga that's the loudest

That ain't gon' do no poppin' when it's time to be about it

RAAAA RAAAA RAAAAAA  RAAAAA

Fuck outta here with that shit

You puttin' way too much passion into that wack shit

Put your dukes down nigga, we come in peace

With them AK-47's, we from the streets

Calm down, shhhh

You so emotional

I know where you're at in your career is such a low for you

I understand it

But understand this

My daddy taught me manners

So it's foreign to fly off the handle and talk to cameras

That shit is lame, lames we don't respect

We wonderin' why the fuck you so upset

We know the streets'll swallow you

Look what that powder do

Look at you try to embody what's not really inside of you

I promise you

That if you chill now

In 5 years I will not ride through the McDonald's drive thru and bother you

I'm here for fries

That's it

Chicken nuggets

Give me some sweet and sour sauce too and quit your buggin' [gun shot]

I'm just above it

I'm too mature for this

It ain't smart to go to war for this



[Chorus]

Cause I'm a rider

I'm about that 187

Cause I'm a rider

I'm about that 187

You not a rider

Not about that 187

You not a rider

[gun clocks] [shots]

187 [x8]



[Verse 2]

Got the illest flow because I flow it from my soul

You said yourself you got The Greatest Story Never Told

These niggas got the balls to say that I can't write no record

But them plaques on my wall say y'all should read the credit

R dot Montgomery, ghostwriter and for the right price

Y'all know the rest

Get your doe biters

Y'all goin' left

Get your emo in check

Later with them vendettas

Handle your liquor better

Let's play some tennis

Go back and forth, who winnin'?

You will give into a Koch deal away from (finished)

Fuck outta here with that

Step your bars up 

Your shit is garbage, what you tryin' to kick knowledge, be honest

Step your cars up

That little Benz you know is lame

I'd rather ride in a remote control Soulja Boy chain

I'm so insane

I flow with open flame

Note to self: leave him floatin' if he spoke your name

That's why I don't bother nobody

I catch a body all alone cause I don't ride with nobody

Niggas figure's been put on Jenny Craig

Look what the prison built

You big up top with skinny legs

C'mon Johnny Bravo

You fuckin' with the whole Detroit, chill out

The S.O.B.s without the swing, you needs to get out

I'm quick to stick the clip in 

Just ask my nigga Crooked

Joey Budden got you niggas trippin'



[Chorus]

Cause I'm a rider

I'm about that 187

Cause I'm a rider

I'm about that 187

You not a rider

Not about that 187

You not a rider

[gun clocks] [shots]

187 [x8]