[Juelz Santana]
Yeah, Dipset nigga! Luca!
Fuck wit' your boy, one more time (YEAH!)
Uh huh, Santana
Fuck wit' your boy, you know
Yeah, I'm feeling like ROcky in here
It's a new fight
People say my theories is backwards
I tell them, sincerly, it's clearly, you hearing me backwrds
I tell 'em I'm great, but still I need practice
I tell them to wait, go and comeback quick, they don't understand me
It's not logic, I'm not logic, got problems
I worship the late prophet, the great Muhammad
[Omar Atta, for his courage behind the wheel of a plane
Reminds me when I was dealin' the 'caine]
Still I'm insane, I'm Rodman, dealing my brain
I'm grinding sharing my pain, shit, where is the fame
My niggas, they still rhyming, still in the game
Still grinding, dealing the caine, still poppin' shit at your brain, homie
I still smell the rotten people that lay
Down in ground zero, forgotten, left in for days
Probably left there to stay, left in decay
Broken pieces of towers, left as their graves
I pray, let them be saved, until then, that's just a suggestion I made
You follow me homie? Listen, I subjected my ways
The cocaine, Weapons that spray, at your face, motherfucker
It's Santana The Great, motherfucker
In the place motherfucker, stay away motherfucker
Cause I'm headed straight to the top, motherfucker
Diplomat Taliban slash ROC, motherfucker!
And yeah, I do this for my block motherfuckers
D train, Al Gator, pop motherfucker
Young drugs, young twins, Shiest bug
The niggas I love, my niggas, my thugs, WHOA
Now, come fuck with your boy
Jones, Killa, Freekey, come fuck with your boy, WHOA
It's Santana again, no bandana just him
In the flesh motherfucker like
Yeah
C'mon
Fuck wit' your boy
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
[Cam'Ron]
I seen it time, business and friendship
Well fuck it, friendships get ended, business attended, clips get extended
Lawyers get called, accountants get faxed
That was my man, well I wish that he meant it, fuck it
It's been a long time, hearing the mobsters
This ain't overnight, it's years in the process
Shed a tear in the process, now process is over
All my niggas get prepared for the Oscars
Back to the block, sharing a lobster
Morris Malone, Sam Malone, preparing the vodka, holla
Hallejulah, Alhamdulillah, but respecting my Aki
Held me down, when shit got real rocky
Hustling, isn't a hobby
I sit in the lobby, look at my ovie, have visions of Gotti
Visions of lotties, pictures of Blood, scenes of L
I wanna see my son, piss in that potty
Jimmy, I'm going to make sure your wrist is real rocky
See my plans were longterm like Mr. Miyagi
Wax on, wax off, put our wax on, take that wack off
Over some nights, I had fights over the white
The road to the lows, I knows what it's like
Now, niggas' career over like Mike: anyone
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, it's over
This shit right here touched my soul, man
My grandmother or something, 56 bless her soul
Apartment 56 that is, 101, West 140th
Rest In Peace Liddiah Giles, Blood Shed..
