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[Juelz Santana]Oh, come on, fuck with your boyIt's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at?Let me see you through thisKilla, Jones, FreakayYeah man, I'm back at itToday's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcaseGo uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent yaTell 'em it's August, I'm "Gon' Til' November"I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent upCall my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please)Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please)I see a town I'm likin'See some niggas getting money in a town I like itI run up on them with the pound and light itLike it's my block now, all right kid?He understood me quite clearThen that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right earAnd I got back to my business, back to my bitchesBack to the kitchen, that pyrex visionPop, I let that white stuff sit inGet hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin'Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livinAnd this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get itHey!Songtexte[Chorus: Juelz Santana]I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handlesListening to gangsta musicI stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channelsWatching how the gangstas do itI stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandlesWatching Shaft, clocking math[Juelz Santana]Now I see death around the cornerGotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride.45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeahLick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeahOne more for Shyne locked inside, yeahTwo more for Cam, for taking over the RocYeah, yeah, it's my yearSo, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no wayJose or Hector CamachoTech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacosMotherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all beforeI should y'all before, ey![Chorus: Juelz Santana]I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handlesListening to gangsta musicI stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channelsWatching how the gangstas do itI stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandlesWatching Shaft, clocking math[Cam'Ron]I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust downAnd make me put my two arms up, Touchdown!You stay in touch now, but when I tough downI'm like Buckshot shorty, you better "Duck Down"Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, UptownWhere we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now?Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin'Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousinYes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing muppetsWorst then that, they go home and kiss they husbandThat shit's disgustingKeep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'This on my wrist is nothingTo me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamondsWhere I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to[Chorus: Juelz Santana]I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handlesListening to gangsta musicI stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channelsWatching how the gangstas do itI stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandlesWatching Shaft, clocking math Aus Songtexte Mania