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Yeah, Dipset, nigga... Luca Fuck with your boy, one more time, yeah, oh, uh huh Santana, fuck with your boy You know, yeah, I'm feelin like Rocky again mayne This a new fight, oh [Juelz Santana] People say my theories is backwards I tell them sincerely, it's clearly you Hearing me backwards, ay I tell 'em I'm great, but still I need practice I tell them to wait, go and come back quick They don't understand me SongtexteIt's not logic, I'm not logic, got problems I worship the late prophet, the great Muhammad Ali For the words he spoke that stung like a bee Soak into me, you fuckaz'll see but Still i'm insane, I'm rhymin', dealing my brain I'm grinding sharing my pain, shit, where is the fame? My niggaz, they still rhyming, still in the game Still grindin, dealing the cane Still poppin shit at your frame, homie I still smell the rotten people that lay Down in ground zero, forgotten, left there for days Probably left there to stay, left to decay Broken pieces of towers left as they graves, hey I pray let them be saved Till then, that's just a suggestion I made You follow me homie? Listen, I subjected my ways To 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, Pac motherfucker Young drugs, young twins, Sheist bug Them niggaz I love, my niggaz, my thugs, WHOA Now come fuck with your boy Jones, Killa, Freakey, come fuck with your boy, WHOA It's Santana again, no bandana just him In the flesh motherfucker, like... YEAH [Cam'Ron] Just gotta get past thia Nah mean? I gotta get this out Let's do it my nigga Touch my heart right here man... YO I seen it time, business and friendship Well fuck it, friends should 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 been a long time, hearin the mobsters This ain't overnight, it's years in the process Shed a tear in the process, now process is over All my niggaz get prepared for the Oscars Back to the block, sharing a lobster Maurice Malone, Sam Malone, preparing the vodka, holla Hallejulah, no hum-du-Allah, but respecting my Ock He held me down, when shit got real rocky Hustling, isn't a hobby I sit in the lobby, look at my IV, have visions of Gotti Visions of lottie, pictures of Blood, scenes of L I wanna see my son piss in that potty Jimmy, I'm gon' make sure your wrist is real rocky See my plans were long term 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 Niggaz 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 St. Rest In Peace Lydia Giles, Blood Shed Aus Songtexte Mania