Juelz Santana

(Juelz Santana)
Yo who that
(Ja)
Me,it's Ja

(Juelz Santana)
Ja, Come in man
What up Ja, what's poppin

(Ja)
What up Uncle Ju Ju
You know Im five years old now right

(Juelz Santana)
Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good

(Ja)
It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph

(Juelz Santana)
What, she asked for my autograph in the class

(Ja)
I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that

(Juelz Santana)
you crazy man say word

(Ja)
word

(Juelz Santana)
you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that

(Ja)
I said a dipset bitch

(Juelz Santana)
a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least

(Ja)
you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school

(Juelz Santana)
word

(Ja)
not cause you that nigga

(Juelz Santana)
why

(Ja)
but bacause im that nigga
you all i talk about

(Juelz Santana)
that's what's up that's what's up

(Ja)
some of the kids can hardly talk

(Juelz Santana)
yeah word

(Ja)
there fore you gotta make it happen
know what im talkin bout

(Juelz Santana)
yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know

(Ja)
word uncle Ju Ju

(Juelz Santana)
yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean

(Ja)
that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight

(Juelz Santana)
aight

(Ja)
other than that I just wanna tell you I love you

(Juelz Santana)
aww i love you too man

(Ja)
wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go

(Juelz Santana rapping)
Now that I've got your attention
(Repeat x5)
Im what the games been missing
What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in
Im what the games been missing

Let me talk to you Tell you how it is
I was thinkin when I saw that
body gotta get shawty
Tell her what the young boy gon do

Damn them chicks wit chu gotta be okay
Babe pretty thick wit the kick
that's sick that need to be hit
So tell me what ya'll gon do

I got friends, and you got friends
They hop out, and you hop in
I look fly, and they jockin
The way you drop,
drop makes me wanna pop

I got friends, and you got friends
They hop out, and you hop in
I look fly, and they jockin
The way you drop,
drop makes me wanna pop

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't... Let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't... Let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it

You'll see Girl I can set you off
Don't believe my age is gonna slow us down
I can definitly show you things
that's gon have you sayin I can't be 16

Once I get in you won't wanna go (and I...)
I'll have yo girls wishin they were you (and I...)
I know your heard about me,
but guess what's goin down if we leave

I got friends, and you got friends
They hop out, and you hop in
I look fly, and they jockin
The way you drop,
drop makes me wanna pop

I got friends, and you got friends
They hop out, and you hop in
I look fly, and they jockin
The way you drop,
drop makes me wanna pop

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't... Let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't... Let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it

Girl you feel right (Feel right)
Make me feel like... (feel like...)
I wanna do a little somethin
(do a little somethin)
Ain't no thing let you do it fo sho

Girl the way that your wearin
them jeans is turnin me on
I'm the hottest thing thats in these
streets so baby won't you rock me...

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't... Let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't... Let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it -

Now once again, a deep thought of Aaliyah
Crosses my mind, I rethought that I seen her, all in my mind
Memories of Big, all in the lime light, all of the time, all on his grind, right
I'm blacking out about 'Pac, blacking out on them cops
Middle finger, after blacking out from them shots
And I go visit Shyne, in my distant mind
I tell him stay up, cause in there it's a different grind
I see Eazy and Jam Master laughin'
Big L still rappin, like it never happened
I got a sick sense with me, God picked then sent me
To this earth place, to win in the first place
Visions of mommy, on an Island somewhere, yeah, I designed just for my mommy
My whole life is a blessing, that's why I'm so nice, so right
Approach mics with aggression
I got the type of obsession I would like to progress in
I write about me, and the life of my henchmen
I blow dice, roll twice to the deuce
That was nights, that was life on the stoop
This shit gotta change
Can't forget the hard white in the boot
White car stripped with the blue, narc parked right in the coup, damn
They riding around with a license to shoot
I'm riding around with no license and hoop, follow me now
Follow me down, this yellow brick road
187, hello, every ghettos zip code
I had to change my pace up, so I went left, while everybody went right
Had to switch the waste up, now I'm better off
Met Cam set it off, did the mix tape now look dip set is off
Put the bid in Def Jam bet it all
First writers refusal, Dame wouldn't let us off
So we matched it, we signed labels with Dashius
Cam goes platinum, the set is up next
A double album, we set for the best
Juelz is the test, which is me, fail or succeed
But still I'm here in the flesh, handing you breath
Mixed with a lot of thought, The Santana, Robb Report
I bring you more than just music I bring you me and all of my movement
I bring my whole life all in the booth shit
And I'm all in the booth with, the headphones on, the lights cut down
And all of this true shit

I make music I consider a challenge
Like this here, reminds me of Gilligan's Island
And that reminds of Harlem, where my niggaz is whylin
The only borough that was built on an island, woah
You fucks probably ain't know, if they cut off the bridges
We'd be stuck, forced to live on the Island
But we gangstas, riders, 9/11 survivors
Niggaz still want beef than holla
You think you bout it, get your piece and holla
Squeze the piece when I think it's problems, do you follow?
A young Muhammad Atta, no plane lessons, cocaine lessons, just a plot of towers
Before they crashed and divided the towers
I'm hurtin' working hard to reprovide the towers, like
Bring 'em back up, lift 'em back up
Niggaz back up, or lift us back up
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Y'all can't fuck with me, okay
Now let me hear you say, OKAY
It's Santana the great again, tie him up, bandana his face again
I tried to tell 'em it's no escaping the basics
And no escaping the hatred and no escaping the matrix man
Only Neo is me, no Cleo can see my future, if she did I'd shoot her
They tried to say the mission was impossible
I came through, crew did it, got it poppin' too
Two bitches on my side both prostitutes
Gray smoke, mobster's suit, yeah they get it poppin' too
I get my ace holes chopped in two, dimes, quarters, rocks in two
The fiends cop it too
Yeah, look at 'em rockin' two, rockin' boat, Rock n' Jock
Stop and plot, hot a BLDAT
Fucka, this nigga gotta stop, out of sight, out of mind
He gotta go, he out of line: 2x
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, Okay, Okay
Okay, Okay, Okay
Y'all can't fuck with me, OKAY

Uh, Santana, let's do it
Yeah, DipSet
Man where ever I go, I hold it down
I blow it down, you see me, believe me it's (Going down)
These hoes love me to death, they mumble under they breath
Lovely duets, boy, I'm (Going down)
I thought Mary J. was under my steps, nah I'm just playing
Love when ya sweat, keep singing (Going down)
I'm so fucking amazin, like Jordan to the league
When he first came in, it's (Going down)
I know you mad, my career's blowing up
Going up, holding up, and your's is (Going down)
Slowly but surely, so coked to the shorty's
Caught by the boys, the judge says your (Going down)
I had to call up my lawyer, gotta make court
And yawning, it's four in the morning, it's (Going down)
I need be out by the morning
Man the police need me to be out by the morning, or nothings (Going down)
Yeah, I tryed to help ya, tryed to warn ya
Tryed to tell ya it's (Going down)
But, wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe it
Look I succeded, it's (Going down)
Baby keep walking wit ya hip, I keep walking wit a limp
Yeah you talking to a pimp it's (Going down)
Again, I tryed to help ya, tryed to warn ya
Tryed to tell ya it's (Going down)
Now look, I'm back stronger than ever
Money's longer than ever, longer Baretta, it's (Going down)
Man we could get it on, it's whatever
The morns the better, I'm shorter, I'm better whenever it's (Going down)
Got a new chick, badder than ever
Ass fatter than ever, got it together and love (Going down)
No bud, no kiss, no hug
No rub, no bath, no tub, just love (Going down)
Yeah, that's my kind of baby
That's my kind of lady it's (Going down)
And the purse, you might find a eighty
Underneath her lip gloss, shorty keeps some lip gloss she's (Going down)
And that's why I love her, that's also why I don't trust her
Think she got her a sucker, nope (Going down)
Got another thing coming, not a baby but a
believe me I done it (Going down)
Yeah, mama look at me now, mama look at me how
Ya beautiful child it's (Going down)
Mama look up and smile, you made a beautiful child
Still shooting the pound it's (Going down)
Gotta survive, manuever through towns
Gotta drive, smooth through the town, or it's (Going down)
Cops on my ass, gotta shoot through the town
Shooting the pound, I ruined it now it's (Going down)
Only question is, will I get caught
Will I get cuffed, will I see court, will people see me (Going down)
No they won't, man I'ma survivor
Plus I gotta lady cop that's a rider, so nothing's (Going down)
You might catch me, crossing the border
Crossing the water, three ladies out and deported it's (Going down)
I caught 'em swimming, north of the border
Lost in the water, caught 'em and scored 'em, now they (Going down)
Going down
Going down
Going down
Going down

Uh, Santana, let's do it
Yeah, DipSet
Man where ever I go, I hold it down
I blow it down, you see me, believe me it's (Going down)
These hoes love me to death, they mumble under they breath
Lovely duets, boy, I'm (Going down)
I thought Mary J. was under my steps, nah I'm just playing
Love when ya sweat, keep singing (Going down)
I'm so fucking amazin, like Jordan to the league
When he first came in, it's (Going down)
I know you mad, my career's blowing up
Going up, holding up, and your's is (Going down)
Slowly but surely, so coked to the shorty's
Caught by the boys, the judge says your (Going down)
I had to call up my lawyer, gotta make court
And yawning, it's four in the morning, it's (Going down)
I need be out by the morning
Man the police need me to be out by the morning, or nothings (Going down)
Yeah, I tryed to help ya, tryed to warn ya
Tryed to tell ya it's (Going down)
But, wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe it
Look I succeded, it's (Going down)
Baby keep walking wit ya hip, I keep walking wit a limp
Yeah you talking to a pimp it's (Going down)
Again, I tryed to help ya, tryed to warn ya
Tryed to tell ya it's (Going down)
Now look, I'm back stronger than ever
Money's longer than ever, longer Baretta, it's (Going down)
Man we could get it on, it's whatever
The morns the better, I'm shorter, I'm better whenever it's (Going down)
Got a new chick, badder than ever
Ass fatter than ever, got it together and love (Going down)
No bud, no kiss, no hug
No rub, no bath, no tub, just love (Going down)
Yeah, that's my kind of baby
That's my kind of lady it's (Going down)
And the purse, you might find a eighty
Underneath her lip gloss, shorty keeps some lip gloss she's (Going down)
And that's why I love her, that's also why I don't trust her
Think she got her a sucker, nope (Going down)
Got another thing coming, not a baby but a
believe me I done it (Going down)
Yeah, mama look at me now, mama look at me how
Ya beautiful child it's (Going down)
Mama look up and smile, you made a beautiful child
Still shooting the pound it's (Going down)
Gotta survive, manuever through towns
Gotta drive, smooth through the town, or it's (Going down)
Cops on my ass, gotta shoot through the town
Shooting the pound, I ruined it now it's (Going down)
Only question is, will I get caught
Will I get cuffed, will I see court, will people see me (Going down)
No they won't, man I'ma survivor
Plus I gotta lady cop that's a rider, so nothing's (Going down)
You might catch me, crossing the border
Crossing the water, three ladies out and deported it's (Going down)
I caught 'em swimming, north of the border
Lost in the water, caught 'em and scored 'em, now they (Going down)
Going down
Going down
Going down
Going down

(Juelz talking)
Flutes...what? Bring in the Opera manOpera SingingDip Set let's get it on
This is marching music, this is monster music
Everybody get the fuck up, get to stomping to it
Get the band, get the drumline, we marching to it
Get your aunt, get your uncles, get your mom's into it
This is lovely noise, this is club knocking
This is razors out chump, this is club ox'ing
This is grab a bitch, get the club rockin'
Hit the bar, big spender, get the bub' poppin'
This is move, get the fuck out the way
Or get moved the fuck out the way, chump
Niggaz get tools the fuck in the club
Niggaz get moved the fuck in the club, don't play punk
Niggaz get schooled outside of the class from tryin' be fast
Shots hot and pop in your ass nigga
Bitches cut school to get with the boy
Your wife'll cut you to get with the boy, it's Big Pimpin' here
Big lobster, big shrimp in here, big mobsters, big fish in here
Yeah, get your fishing gear, they'll flip ya yeah
They'll twista ya yeah, they'll let you know the Dips is here
Get it clear
This is monster music, this is contra music
This is arms out, bombs out, bombin' music
This is launchin' music, this embalmin' fluid
Everybody get the fuck up get to stompin' to it
This is monster music, this is contra music
This is niggaz, this is bitches, this is all our music
This is marchin' music, this embalmin' fluid
Everybody get the fuck up, get to stompin' to it
My Kappa's, my sigma's, my clappers, my niggaz
My Alfa's, my beta's, cowards and haters
Come style with the players, crack a thousand gators
Big gun, get wild and I'll spray ya
Big gun, sit down for I spray ya, or quick run
I'll shower you later, I don't mind nigga
I ain't got nothin' but time nigga
Plus you ain't hard to find niggaz, three blocks from my niggaz
Where they squeeze glocks, divide niggaz
And that green top suplies niggaz, lean drop beside niggaz
Easdrop and watch niggaz, we cop and ride niggaz
Coke hard, go hard we block niggaz
Young Joe Clark lean on me, shots go off
Should've told you not to lean on me
Your bitch wont fuck you I told her not to cheat on me
I think you're a clown she totally agrees with me
She comes over and she sleeps with me
USe the bathroom and pees with me, and goes home and eats with you (Damn)
You a chump nigga, you a punk nigga, get a grib, get your weight up nigga
This is monster music, this is contra music
This is arms out, bombs out, bombin' music
This is launchin' music, this embalmin' fluid
Everybody get the fuck up get to stompin' to it
This is monster music, this is contra music
This is niggaz, this is bitches, this is all our music
This is marchin' music, this embalmin' fluid
Everybody get the fuck up, get to stompin' to itOpera sings until fades...Dip Set let's get it on

ard my man Luca was out
I guess he's...
BACK A-GAIN,
Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive
Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee
BACK A-GAIN
Same gansta team, new gangsta lean
Chasin' the fuckin' cream
BACK A-GAIN
Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact
Ladies holla back
BACK A-GAIN
This time we here to stay
Ain't got no time to play
Now I'm "Back A-gain", just like flash was
Bad like Shaft was, react like Cassius...
Clay did in the ring with his back up...
Against the ropes, jab, jab, back up
It's all for what, it's all for us, all for bucks
You chumps remind me of Mister Softee chucks
Icey niggaz, banana boat milkshake ice cream niggaz
I don't like these niggaz, nope
I pop shots, hot glocks, shoot through vans too
Oh-Bob-bobalo-bamboo, move
And I'm fo' really with the milly-o
Leave many wholes like the cereal Cheerios
You into funny money, I'm rakin' in silly do'
The type that don't really fold, just sittin' there and gettin' old
I got the game ina loop kid, kinda like Snoop did
It's more than me, it's more than the music
I'm....
BACK A-GAIN,
Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive
Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee
BACK A-GAIN
Same gansta team, new gangsta lean
Chasin' the fuckin' cream
BACK A-GAIN
Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact
Ladies holla back
BACK A-GAIN
This time we here to stay
Ain't got no time to play
Stay out my fuckin' way
(Verse)
Come through new coup Z
Three plus fitty, me plus Jimmy
Speed up slow, ease up quickly
Yeah we puff really, yeah we just silly
Puddy-buddies yeah he just kills me, shit
And I'm sick in the mind
They don't understand this trife style lifestyle
Live in a mine, but still I'm "Back A-Gain"
BAck with my 45, Cadillac that my shorty drives
Maggy-mackin' my shorty's live "Back A-Gain"
Straight from 4-45, West 53 in Amsterdam
Also known as Gramsterdam, way before the Santana man
Long time ago, way before the bandana, damn
Young scrammy scram on the block hand to hand
Hard I was slangin' it, straight Leron James with it
No big star, no big car
One big rock, one big block, I'll go far

BACK A-GAIN,
Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive
Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee
BACK A-GAIN
Same gansta team, new gangsta lean
Chasin' the fuckin' cream
BACK A-GAIN
Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact
Ladies holla back
BACK A-GAIN
This time we here to stay
Ain't got no time to play
Stay out my fuckin' way
Now this has been one hell of a year
This has been one hell of a ride, I'm tellin' you guys
They'd thought we'd never survive, Jeky'll and Hyde
Or the great american pie, weapons collide
Dead or alive, left with no choice but to um, better our lives
Get up and strive, but um, get up and roll, get up ya know
Get up and go, these motherfuckers ain't lettin' us go
So we get up and take it, get up and make it happen for us
Nobody can gt up and take this
In rappin' we trust, gat packin's a must
It's part of my nature, part of my wake up
Part of my waist yup, pardon my waist chump
For this part of my waist chump, come part in of your face, yup
It's Santana, part of the great stuff
Fo really man, pardon I'm great chump
BACK A-GAIN,
Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive
Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee
BACK A-GAIN
Same gansta team, new gangsta lean
Chasin' the fuckin' cream
BACK A-GAIN
Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact
Ladies holla back
BACK A-GAIN
This time we here to stay
Ain't got no time to play
Stay out my fuckin' way

I'm sorry....
I mean it too... let me talk to you..
knahmsayin?, tell you what it was all about maybe
(Jealousy)
We was in love it had to be the (Jealousy)
that had me buggin all for nuttin (Jealousy, yeah)
Now I'm a loner cuz of (Jealousy, yeah)
I'm sorry man, oh
Baby, all I wanted was a chance with you
little love, little dance, romance with you
shit I had big plans for you
swear to God I never meant to put my hands on you
thats not somethin that a man would do
thats not something I had plans to do, I had plans to move
take you with me, give you the Coupe
give you the shoes, instead I was hearin' the news...
You was out there buggin', fuckin'
doin your dirt when, I was in the studio workin'..
shit I'm tryna make music that's perfect
instead I gotta hear you out there foolin' and flirtin'
You and your friends got a bad reputation already
if I'm not mistaken already...uh
but I gotta 'pologize to your mother and father
shoulda never put my hands on your daughter
But I ain't askin' you to drop no charges shit
I did what I did, deserve the consequence
I can't see myself copping a plea
to one of these niggaz who bleeds the same as me
I'ma G, I will cock and squeeze
the same as E, take it to the same degree, please
so let's leave it alone, we don't need this at home
especially all over some fuckin..
(Jealousy, yeah) yeah thats what it's about right?
(Jealousy, yeah), I never meant to touch you
(Jealousy, yeah)
uh, it was the (Jealousy,yeah)
I was buggin, high (Jealousy, yeah)
whoa (Jealousy, yeah)
God forgive me my... (Jealousy, yeah)
If I could take it back, you know I would, yes I would, yes I would
Shit, now I don't know what made me..lift my hand up
swing it at you, I musta been crazy
musta been high, twisted off hazy
fuck am I doing?, this is my baby
and now I'm feeling like Kane from Menace II Society
know your brothers wanna come back and fire me
now I'm riding with my riders beside of me
can't get caught slippin so they riding beside of me
and Cam told me not to fuck with you
he told me you known, the blocks corrupted you
I told him nah, I had it locked, threw cuffs on you..
plus I had lots of love for you..huh
so I'm stickin with my heart, that's my nigga to the heart
but I'm stickin with my heart
Now look....I'm sittin in the dark
facin' a charge, gotta go sit up in a court
all because, I was stupid and dumb
shoulda never went through it with hun, shit
but to this day, I never knew this would come
i never thought that I would go through this with hun, no
the one I wanted to marry...wanted to carry my baby through life
maybe this life... we can't be together
can't see together, can't see each other
don't need each other, won't be together
cuz of..
Jealousy, yeah
oh, jealousy yeah
Jealousy, yeah
Damn, why did we have to go through this (Jealousy yeah)
and its all because of this (Jealousy, yeah)
I admit I was (Jealousy, yeah,)
Jealousy, yeah
uh, you was playin them games too
sayin them names too...

Man all I hear is Santana this, Santana that
Santana you can't do this, Santana you can't do that
Man why I can't I just smoke a blunt and be me
That's how I feel..
Okay it's Santana, I'm back again
You know what man? What? What?
This is... Yea
You fuckas don't know a damn thing about me (Nope)
A piece, a part, a hamstring about me
The streets my heart you can't get it out me, it's
You fuckas know me, it was a sharp throb in my bones
I looked it was my own flesh, heart, and my bones, problems at home (Home)
So I left them there, got up out the atmosphere
Misery, loves company, I don't respect that there
Dip Set on the posta, boy for coming so close to
Being the black Lagrosta Nostra
Jim is my big buzzin, Zeek's my big cousin
Killa's my big nigga, also my big brother
We are the Dip family, get a grip family
Nothin alive can divide this family
So come on roll with the Set, come on roll with the best
The pain is felt niggaz know that you stressed (Oh)
The game itself don't notice your stress
You been left smokin, zoning on steps (No)
That's not the way to go, but that's the way you'll go
If you don't get up off you ass and find a way to go
Streets to rap, yea that's the way I went
Now its beats and rhymes, that's the way I pay the rent
Fuck what ya think nigga
Cause this is..
Niggaz know me

Ay yo, My name mean a lot to me, pain mean a lot to me
Fame means nothing, but the game means a lot to me
I slang caine on these blocks for weeks
Ever since Rocky III, and the death of Apollo Creed
I was a tiny little poppy seed
As grimey as I could be, as sheiesty as I could be
Niggaz who live nicely, who don't understand the life of me
Other niggaz don't like me, and wanna take my life from me
They don't understand that I love it, and I like the beef
The raw, the guns, the violence, it's all right with me
I be laying in the cut where the sniper be
Righteously, waiting for you to get out the driver's seat
I don't think like usual people
Who think like usual people, who don't think right
I think like Muslims, in movements of people, who move they people
And move on your people, power is stronger than voo doo and evil
I'm immune, I drunk the juice, took a root from the needle
Still trying to figure out, why I do, the crimes I do
With the minds IQ, of an Einstein too
Tell 'em, Cha-cha, and bon, bon goo, they think I'm crazy, well I do too
Leave me alone please, I'm in my two-three zone please
Nothing can stop me, you fuckers can't stop me
It's like my life keeps turning around
Every second I need a lighter, I keep burning it down
I smoke so much, I could nurture a pound
My thoughts are always foggy, they blurring right now listen
I see the game for what it's worth, pain, fame and work
Girls walk with they brain in their skirt
So while you're fucker, they thinking
Of ways to get even, or a way out the hood, they make up a reason
For the judge, for you take him and see him
Until you face a subpena, that'll change your demeanor
So be careful, where you skating through this game
Remember it's other niggaz playing, skating in your lane
Don't get clipped, or stripped skating in the rain
Cause niggaz will keep rolling, and skating on your brain
That's just the rules and regulations of the game
When you playing you, you playing, and you paying like you weigh in, so..
If not, those wolves aiming where you layin'
And waiting on you patient with that thing up in the basement
That's why I walk with that thing out, when I'm pasting
Cause I know these niggaz hate it, that their little sisters love it
And their girls really want it, plus I'm frontin
Twenty three big truckin, new Z, new bucket
Fuck it

Yeah Dip Set Juelz Santana (I'm liking this)
Jim Jones, Freekey, Killa
(R) Wherever I go
(J) Dogg I'm in the hood screaming what's really good
(R) Wherever I go
(J) You already know, you already know
(R) Wherever I go
(J) We smoking the best here feeling you yes sir
(R) Wherever I go
(J) Things never change shit just stay the same
Now they screaming out you already know
How fast the coupe already goes when I step on the peddle
I shoot the every show with the chicken stiletos
I like that I'm just a kid from the ghetto
We I move the petty goes
In very town I touchdown in yep and puff down in
Wherever I go
Niggaz solute me your as truly santana the great oh
You should be ashamed and embarrased
How I came in the game got a name and established woh
And my pivit is posted if you niggaz is scheming
My niggaz will notice they will get you and blow it
Man I did I dun I got it fuck it I admit it I stole it I'm that nigga I know it
So come get it and you think you can hold it
I don't think so nope I don't think so
Its nobody gods I'm puffing marley ducking squaleys cars
Wherever I go
You know I stay fly float threw the sky smoke with my guys(westside k-town)
On the corner where cotchies died now lets go to n.y. and love it
But out on the west I don't step out of my vest unless doggs I'm about to have sex
Wherever I go
You know my wrist stay naughty
No bitch can afford me
I'm about girl I did it with wardy
And the places I go we making the dough
It's whips when we land there bitch we don't visit we got land there
So where frequent flyers we cheat on flyers so please be quite
Yeah Dip Set you already know
I'm so built for doing this here
Yeah I'm high I'm twisted on tilt still doing this here
Keep a thick chick with me
Taggin along fat ass and thong attached to my arm
I might grab it I might smack it tell her to tag it along mack and then we gone
You already know
Wherever I go
You see the cop over behind him fronting rocking them diamonds
Glocking my lining till I spot me a diamond
Cause a bitch into fucking
Talked her lips into sucking coughing up shit when I'm puffing
Man I'm talking like shit ain't nothing popping cooks of chris and I'm stunting
I plays the bar for the night
But shit I got to start me fight
I said excuse me doggs pardon these Nikes (and Ones nigga)

Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Dog, no set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

Hang with gangs, that hang and bang
Animals, arrangatangs, hammers move, bangers bang
Damn, it's new the game done changed
I got a whole selection, a whole collection
A ho selection of my ho collection
And I'm big pimpin', stick givin', quick shiftin'
Listen, this isn't, no damn game in here (Oww)
Yeah, the whole byrd gang's in here, like Kurt Kobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah, stainless yeah
Aim to kill yeah, bangers yeah, y'all some dead mother...
And my diddy-pop, barge through the city blocks
Hard with the pretty glock, charge and you getting shot
Diddy to the bar, hard make her give a shot
Get a broad, get here hot, get her home give her (Oww)
Go,it's your birthday
Go, go drink it girl, it's cumming, I know you're thirsty
Harlem's my birthplace, tombstone birth place
Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday
Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Dog, no set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

Jump, stomp, move, breathe
We, in, too, deep, OKAY
I'm lo-lo from the block again
Po-po and the cops again, no homo but they cocking them
Four-fos and glocks and them
They the paparrazi, they the livest posses
Kamakazi, nazi, nazi, copy papi
I'm a baller baller, you're not at all a baller
That's why I scored your daughter, left her home, call her, call her
I'm in the low BM, yeah, with your old BM
You smoke the Os and M, trojans and petroleums
Yeah, and that's just incase the ho ain't safe
Take it off, bend it over, throw it in, work it, work it
Oops, squirt it, squirt
Oops, oopsy dais, ohh I'm crazed
Cho-cho train, co-ca mane, Zulu Gang
I'm old school like Bambatta, no man's hotta
The damn dadda, I jam proper, your man's not a

Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Dog, no set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

Santana, Killa, Jim Jones, Freaky
Killa, you already know what it is
My man Juelz Santana, that boy got that crack man
Diplomat Records man

Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Dog, no set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

Hang with gangs, that hang and bang
Animals, arrangatangs, hammers move, bangers bang
Damn, it's new the game done changed
I got a whole selection, a whole collection
A ho selection of my ho collection
And I'm big pimpin', stick givin', quick shiftin'
Listen, this isn't, no damn game in here (Oww)
Yeah, the whole byrd gang's in here, like Kurt Kobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah, stainless yeah
Aim to kill yeah, bangers yeah, y'all some dead mother...
And my diddy-pop, barge through the city blocks
Hard with the pretty glock, charge and you getting shot
Diddy to the bar, hard make her give a shot
Get a broad, get here hot, get her home give her (Oww)
Go,it's your birthday
Go, go drink it girl, it's cumming, I know you're thirsty
Harlem's my birthplace, tombstone birth place
Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday
Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Dog, no set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

Jump, stomp, move, breathe
We, in, too, deep, OKAY
I'm lo-lo from the block again
Po-po and the cops again, no homo but they cocking them
Four-fos and glocks and them
They the paparrazi, they the livest posses
Kamakazi, nazi, nazi, copy papi
I'm a baller baller, you're not at all a baller
That's why I scored your daughter, left her home, call her, call her
I'm in the low BM, yeah, with your old BM
You smoke the Os and M, trojans and petroleums
Yeah, and that's just incase the ho ain't safe
Take it off, bend it over, throw it in, work it, work it
Oops, squirt it, squirt
Oops, oopsy dais, ohh I'm crazed
Cho-cho train, co-ca mane, Zulu Gang
I'm old school like Bambatta, no man's hotta
The damn dadda, I jam proper, your man's not a

Juelz, Dip Dip
Santana, Set, Set
Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs
Who you wit, wit
Dog, no set
Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww)

Santana, Killa, Jim Jones, Freaky
Killa, you already know what it is
My man Juelz Santana, that boy got that crack man
Diplomat Records man

Yea uh-ooo!!( Come on, come on)
Roll wit me, its santana
I'd like to welcome y'all(yea) to the great
Fuck wit ya boy!( Once again) Zeke!
now I got more than my swagger back
listen here homie
Mr. Mick Jaggers back (uh-oo)
young Zab of rap
only difference is this Judah
will shoot ya, then get back to rappin'
traffin' crack threw half and Hampton
make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man
y'all cant fuck wit me
baby girl I drag my nuts for free
comfortably
and ya know I got my pimpin together
got my game, got my cain, got my limpin'
together, shit bitch you better get your
switchin' together cuz this back-hand
will get you together, hope you know that
and sometime I cant belive my niggaz
still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my
niggaz, eat, dont stop homie breathe my niggaz
I need y'all more than y'all ever need me my niggaz

this is for all my niggaz on the block thats pumpin'
I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
all my homies on the block with somethin'
hold it down I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
for all my chicks on the strip that switch
be easy, I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
all my ladies who boost for higher
Prada, Gucci attire watch whos behind ya! Squalie

Yo we livin' the life of
loca-vida, coke and cheever
drive-by blow smoke on the policia
like fuck em! I got no love for em
Squalie! but I'm tired of runnin' from
Squalie! duckin' from Squalie!
shit and we ain't do nothin to Squalie!
its pay-back we buckin at Squalie!
no more gettin searched, frisked for
nothin by Squalie! Hey so sell ya pack
sell ya crack like when dickens was near
Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea
Yea so Zeke is ya rollin' with me
this the theme song homie fuck the police!
we back at it, our crack habit is that drastic
measures we taken em', maken we'll clap at ya
peel off on dirt bikes and raptors
squirt pipes at bastards y'all cant fuck wit me!

Hey ma, its J.R. and L's
it ain't hard to tell
we da niggaz in we da niggaz in Maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to sell
that ain't hard to sell
and a gun that'll hit you from far as hell
u quick to flash , we'll whip yo' ass
couple shots hit your glass
Dip-shit ya whip will crash
I got the sickest past
stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash
all day, stood there
flippin' halves
when I heard ,Squalie!
I dished and dashed
ditched the hash
park, neutral, first gear
hit the gas, now we rich with cash
and when I hear Squalie!
I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his ass
cooked more caine, push off dames
while you dumb niggaz stand there
and look all lame
I done popped and took off chains
now Ivory dump ice on me like my team
won a football game!

Yea uh-ooo!!( Come on, come on)
Roll wit me, its santana
I'd like to welcome y'all(yea) to the great
Fuck wit ya boy!( Once again) Zeke!
now I got more than my swagger back
listen here homie
Mr. Mick Jaggers back (uh-oo)
young Zab of rap
only difference is this Judah
will shoot ya, then get back to rappin'
traffin' crack threw half and Hampton
make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man
y'all cant fuck wit me
baby girl I drag my nuts for free
comfortably
and ya know I got my pimpin together
got my game, got my cain, got my limpin'
together, shit bitch you better get your
switchin' together cuz this back-hand
will get you together, hope you know that
and sometime I cant belive my niggaz
still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my
niggaz, eat, dont stop homie breathe my niggaz
I need y'all more than y'all ever need me my niggaz

this is for all my niggaz on the block thats pumpin'
I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
all my homies on the block with somethin'
hold it down I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
for all my chicks on the strip that switch
be easy, I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
all my ladies who boost for higher
Prada, Gucci attire watch whos behind ya! Squalie

Yo we livin' the life of
loca-vida, coke and cheever
drive-by blow smoke on the policia
like fuck em! I got no love for em
Squalie! but I'm tired of runnin' from
Squalie! duckin' from Squalie!
shit and we ain't do nothin to Squalie!
its pay-back we buckin at Squalie!
no more gettin searched, frisked for
nothin by Squalie! Hey so sell ya pack
sell ya crack like when dickens was near
Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea
Yea so Zeke is ya rollin' with me
this the theme song homie fuck the police!
we back at it, our crack habit is that drastic
measures we taken em', maken we'll clap at ya
peel off on dirt bikes and raptors
squirt pipes at bastards y'all cant fuck wit me!

Hey ma, its J.R. and L's
it ain't hard to tell
we da niggaz in we da niggaz in Maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to sell
that ain't hard to sell
and a gun that'll hit you from far as hell
u quick to flash , we'll whip yo' ass
couple shots hit your glass
Dip-shit ya whip will crash
I got the sickest past
stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash
all day, stood there
flippin' halves
when I heard ,Squalie!
I dished and dashed
ditched the hash
park, neutral, first gear
hit the gas, now we rich with cash
and when I hear Squalie!
I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his ass
cooked more caine, push off dames
while you dumb niggaz stand there
and look all lame
I done popped and took off chains
now Ivory dump ice on me like my team
won a football game!

Ya probably ain't expecting this one
Nope,yea clap clap un hun,
This something my grandmother would dance to or something
Sha ba doop doop doo
Sha ba doop doop doo

[Chorus]
Nights like this I wish
That rain drops would fall
(i know you wishing it would rain)
Nights like this I wish
That rain drop would fall

Ay Grandma and Grandpa
Look at ya grandson, I done made it far
Damn nana, I know its killing ya bones that damn cancer
I wish I had an answer,but I don't I'm jus wishin for an answer
Watchin my mamma cry, she's watchin her mamma die
Every second I'm drying my mamma eyes, she so proud of her son
See right through my mamma eyes, she jus follow the drips
You can't dodge the rain but you can follow the drips
And every drop of rain that falls, has a drop a pain involved,you better believe
88 cocaine it solves, now the dope came in charge yup
I see my niggaz for what they really are,what we really are
The dips we really are, let it rain

[Chorus]

It has been long fights like this
Long days ,long nights nights like this
I'm wishing for rain. Nothing but the wind ever came
Little girls with they skirt up, the world's getting worser
Man I twirled through the world in a roaster
Twirling the smoke up, I be so high
Shit a week goes by, I still think the week just started
Man weed still sparking,still in tune with the street man
He still sparking, go ahead nigga leap feel frogish
These streets I harnish, my peeps my partners
Cam, Jim, Zeek my sponsors, black, griz, snags my monstrous
Paper, drugs, twin my archor. Robs, 40, doe, guard
Bus, train and go hard, let it rain

[Chorus]

This is a story,about a young boy wishin' for glory
Rap, riches and glory. some people I'll love to share it with
Yea my people my thugs I'll share it with.
You can't eat through this love I'm dealing with
You can't see through this love I'm dealing with
You can't be through or eat through this love I'm dealing with
Its real I'm feeling it my niggaz. cats plan on killing it
Rats real I'm realing it all men like fishermen
Say(hey hey hey baby)
Drive sticks while sticking em, young chicks I'm dicking 'em
All down and yea they all down
But why it got to be like this, why every girl I meet got to be like this
Let it rain

[Chorus]

Let it rain
I'm just sitting here
Wishing it would rain
I'm just sitting here waiting for the rain
Waiting for the rain

For lovin me girl
Just wanna thank you
Look at what you can do man
I like this shit right here man
Girl c'mon
Let's do it like this

Santana's so focused on you
Come holla at a boy that's focused on you
Shorty I ain't tryin to give you the run around
I'm just tryin to come get you a run around
Skip through a couple towns
Maybe skip through a couple rounds
If your man act dumb I'ma shut him down
I'm sorta a long distance brother
Long checks,long chips, long dick and rubber
Come roll with a pimp or gangsta
Hustler by nature
Trust that I'll take ya
I'll show you the rules and perimeters
Show you how to move with the ooze how to handle it
Show you how to cut loose soon as we scramble it
On the block as soon as the moon it be scramblin'
And you can be my down ass bitch
Yeah baby that's for sure
I'm a show you how package raw
How to snap it on
How to take trips with the package on
How to go and come back with the package gone
Just stacks of cash beyond

And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls
Cuz Santana and jones is runnin up the girls (yeah)
No game just fuck your girls
Pollute her mind and corrupt the world (yeah)

Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake
Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state
Every club, every party, we fly
Bagging bitches every party and high

Please believe Jimmy Jizzy's the truth
Every where I go to brezies I'm true
Man they tell me that I over does it
You need to slow up you over thugging (so what)
But the hoes slugging in the open public
I smoke like fuck it, I just roll up puffing
Now they roll up fucking
Take two totes and love it
Yeah yeah plus my bitches swear
I'm like Richard Gere
Put them in my coup moving fast switching gears
Get it crystal clear
Stay crispy to the fit in every kick I wear
She was feeling my gangsta (gangsta)
Summer time Air One's jeans my tank top
Baby girl I'm a player with passport
Moving fast hundred grand on the black Porsche
Please love get your feet up off my dashboard
This is cash drawer we gonna crash course

And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls
Cuz Santana and jones is runnin up the girls (yeah)
No game just fuck your girls
Pollute her mind and corrupt the world (yeah)

Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake
Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state
Every club, every party, we fly
Baggin bitches every party and high

I've been really tryin' baby
Tryin' to hold back these feelings for so long
And if you feel like I feel baby
Come on
Ohh come on
Woo
Let's get it on

Let's get it on nigga
Ah man
Let's get it on, man
Santana, you on your own, man
Hold the set down
Lets do it man
Dipset
We got these bastards
Man let's do it

Uh, you nigga's dealin' with a G from the block
Yeah it's me from the block
Quick to tell a nigga'
But I don't really like to beef on the block
That bring heat to the block
I got to eat on the block nigga
Yeah you dealin' with a pimp from the hood
Keep a chick from the hood

Quick to tell her aye
Come on, let's go
I'm tryin' to do it so aye
I'm one hell of a guy
Fly fella that's fly
Like Scarface one hell of a high
One hell of a ride
That I drive, 23's look like the propellers inside

Who stuntin' like me?
Who frontin' like me?
Who did it, who get it, who done it like me?
You?
Who wishin', who frontin', who want it from me?
You?
Come get it, you want it, it's nothing to me
You?

Chumps already know how I feel
When it comes to pumpin' that steel
It's like, you know with these wild boys
Tote tie 'em up with the cowboy ropes
So, let's get it on y'all
Uh, it's love

Hey Ma, back that ass up
Lookin' back I almost crashed up
So that's love right there
Hit 'em one more time

Man, you dudes can get it, that's my word
To the slang on my Houston fitted
I send rockets at you, dudes and midgets
And send cock up in you, goose and pigeons so
I know you like that mama, I'll be right back mama so
Do you believe me?
Don't you believe me, won't you believe me?
Come on

On any given Sunday or any given Monday
We headed up the runway
Uptown yea we headed up a one-way, her head is in my lap
So I let her do her one thang
She was Jamaican so I fed her bread and dumplings
Veggie pads and rumcake
Told her, said she's 18 and lived crazy just like me

Eighties baby just like me so
Hey baby you know what your boy holds all night
Long pipe, long strokes
I got it so you right Ma listen
Hey Ma, roll with the winners
And I ain't talkin' dinner, I'm like
Told you man, we can get it on
Matter fact, let's get it one more time Santana

Man I roll through, stroll through
Flag on the ride side of my whole crew screaming
They'll get you, they'll twist you
They'll split ya whole body in half
Then dismiss you like

But I'm lookin' for a bad lil' mama
Get mad like her papa, got an ass like her mama
Got her own, won't ask for a dollar
Go half on a scama and will laugh when I holla
Yea, that's love baby, yea dats love

Hey baby, the ride on this chrome, just provide us with dome so
That's love baby, that's love yea, that's love baby
You must be used to me spendin'
Nope not tonight nope, that's love baby
It don't cost nothing, it's free

Hey Ma if you give good brain, you'll get ya dipset chain sp
You know that's about 20,000, that's love baby
You know that's for nothing
Lights out, nothing to fight 'bout, got the pipe out
So,let's get it on, it's the only thing to do
That's love baby, I mean it's only right

Let's get it on
...

Okay (Jazze)
We in the motherfucking building (Dip Set bitch)
I heard my man T.I. is the motherfucking king of the south (uh huh)
Well I'm the the motherfucking prince of the city
(you already know)(Santana)
And when the king and the prince get together it's nothing but royalty
(roll the mat out)
So we going to get down like this
YEAH!

Now if I ain't gangsta who is
You is truth is you ain't I am who this clown ass nigga
I'm a straight led spitter straight bread getter
Up north hustler with a bank head nigga now bounce!
That's just jazze on the beat again
Tappin on machines again its cracking threw your speakers in
That's what it sounds like when I'm in the South right
Put it down put it round bouncing threw your town like
Uh bang first play second aim first prey second make dirt day heaven
I'm a crack baller straight sevens mack holder spray seven at your back soldier
I walk through the club like everybody pussy
Yeah T.I. with me snatching everybody cookies
The fifth on me case anybody push me
Let it fly let it fly like everbody push me
Stop frontin like you bang head nigga
Till you bang head whether real bang head nigga
T.I. we fly we ride we bang you die (motherfucker)

My pimp squad fuck nigga now what
Dip set fuck nigga now what
West side fuck nigga now what
East side fuck nigga now what
Harlem world fuck nigga now what
Bank head fuck nigga now what
My a-town fuck nigga now what
My n.y. fuck nigga now what

The smallest nigga in the trap with a scrap
You talk shit pussy nigga getting slapped
I get a couple kids turn them into crack
and listen them so we could count the by the hundred stacks (99)
So if you need word then holla right back
I could sell it for cheap cause I got it like that
White t-shirts and A-Town hats
Got them super clean with dubs on that
Hey! First nigga put my name in a rap
Getting robbed on the spot at hard getting shot
I give a fuck about your squad or your block
Hit 13 had it hard on the block
First thing first start with a glock
Then step it up to choppas, gauges, then elevens mack 10's
Now your fully equipped to stretch niggaz (like who?)
Like them PSC and Dip Set niggaz

Now what now stunt nigga pop your trunk now front
I'm holdin two now what big guns with me big gun pissy
When it comes to these bitches man I'm dirtyer then the south is
Squirtin in your mouth bitch!
Yeah back curtin yeah back squirtin
Yeah nigga gat squrtin yeah nigga that's curtains
Hold up we senseless make you throw up your breakfast
Me and T.I. hold the connection

Me and Santana from Harlem to Atlanta
The cocaine managers hoe brain damager
I'd be god damned if a nigga wanna cock hammers
and split bandanas on niggaz with bad manners
You wanna kill me you willing to ride the hell with me
Seven shot revolver I'm taking my shells with me
You don't want no trouble with niggaz like us
Try me I'll fuck your whole life up
To the group of haters that don't like us
Dip Set fuck nigga now what

My baby don't mess around not mine
Because she loves me so
And this I know fo sho
But does she really want to
But can't stand to see me
Walk out the door
Don't try to fight the feelin
Cause the thought alone
Is killin me right now
Thank god for mom and dad
For stickin together
Cause we don't know how

[Chorus:]
You think you got it
Ohhh you think you got it
But got it just don't get it
Cause there's nothing at allll
Ah allllll ah allllll
Ah alll ah allllll
We get together
Ohhh we get together
But separate's always better
When's there's feelings involed
Ah alllll ah allllll
Ah alllll ah allllll ya juelz in the house
Repeat Verse one
Juelz in the house (untill Fades)

(Juelz Santana)
Yo who that
(Ja)
Me,it's Ja

(Juelz Santana)
Ja, Come in man
What up Ja, what's poppin

(Ja)
What up Uncle Ju Ju
You know Im five years old now right

(Juelz Santana)
Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good

(Ja)
It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph

(Juelz Santana)
What, she asked for my autograph in the class

(Ja)
I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that

(Juelz Santana)
you crazy man say word

(Ja)
word

(Juelz Santana)
you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that

(Ja)
I said a dipset bitch

(Juelz Santana)
a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least

(Ja)
you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school

(Juelz Santana)
word

(Ja)
not cause you that nigga

(Juelz Santana)
why

(Ja)
but bacause im that nigga
you all i talk about

(Juelz Santana)
that's what's up that's what's up

(Ja)
some of the kids can hardly talk

(Juelz Santana)
yeah word

(Ja)
there fore you gotta make it happen
know what im talkin bout

(Juelz Santana)
yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know

(Ja)
word uncle Ju Ju

(Juelz Santana)
yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean

(Ja)
that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight

(Juelz Santana)
aight

(Ja)
other than that I just wanna tell you I love you

(Juelz Santana)
aww i love you too man

(Ja)
wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go

(Juelz Santana rapping)
Now that I've got your attention
(Repeat x5)
Im what the games been missing
What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in
Im what the games been missing

[Juelz Santana]
Juelz Santana.
Ain't no turning back from here (Thats right)

[VERSE 1]
I am sicker than Sick'Wid'It
DON'T listen just picture it
HOW vivid this picture it
ME gifted and living this
NO gimmicks or images
I spit and deliver it
LIKE no one that's living shit (AYE)
Straight from the ground y'all you dig?
Close to where the groundhogs live
Where the police hound y'all kids
Arrest and give out long bids
From where they keep the four squeeze the four
Hustle all day in the streets so long
If the feds ever decide to come
We all going down for the motherfucking reaper law

[CHORUS]
I was taught be smart stay humble
I was taught be hard don't fumble
I was taught in these concrete jungle
Rumble young man rumble
I was taught stay hard as they come dude
I was taught any problems confront you
I was taught in these concrete jungle
Rumble young man rumble

[VERSE 2]
Greater than great I am
YES haters they hate I am
WHAT playing I play to win
PLUS still I remain up in
THE hood I came up in
BUT the hood I came up in
FUCKED since Bush done came up in YUP (AYE)
From my date of birth hun'
'Til my day in the dirt come
I remain the earth's one
YES the matrix's first son
Toast to the good day to the bad day
To the good yay' to the bad yay'
To the time the shit was mixed up
I had good yay' on a bad day

[Chorus]

[VERSE 3]
Best of the best I is
AND never the less I is
AYE man of respect I is
REAL dammit yes I is
KILL nigga yes I will
LEAVE bodies by cemeteries
HE'S forever buried
HOW by any means necessary
I'm here to promise to keep my vows in order
I'm here to promise to keep my child in order
'Til the day I get locked
'Til the day I get shot
Or till the day I just drown in water (AYE)
Don't feel sorry for me, have a party for me
Bitches, balloons, Bacardi and weed
And let niggaz know that I died with a heart of a G (AYE)

[CHORUS]

[Intro]
Okay (get up, get up)
DipSet (uh oh)
Juelz Santana
Heatmakerz (clap)
I think this the one right here (everybody, come on, get up)
Huh, he's moving again

[Juelz Santana]
I'm like (oh yes)
I'm nice (oh yes)
Still pitching (weight)
Still flipping (weight), yeah
So come fuck with the boy
I'm still pumping the boy
I'll still dump on the boy
Blue steel pump to the boy
I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman
I'm yelling (wait), yeah I'm selling (weight), hey
I keep my chick on smash like a muhfucker
Thick lips, hips, tits, ass like a muhfucker
I get big chips, cash like a muhfucker
I don't (wait), nope, I won't (wait), yeah
I explore and cruise
Islands and shores that's new
Bring the boat out, smoke out
Watch the water move
I'm a water dude, jet skis, water pools
Surfing the (wave), I'm hurting the (wave)
Like, Cowabunga, dude
This forty cali-caliber cowabunga you
Bump you like how a bumper do
I'm on the corner, pumping like how a pumper do
What, that (weight), yup, that (weight)

[Chorus]
AY (oh yes) AY (oh yes) SAY (oh yes, wait a minute mister mister mi-mi-mi)
This the jam, yep
Put your hands up
And just (wave)
And just (wave)
AY (oh yes) AY (oh yes) SAY (oh yes, wait a minute mister mister mi-mi-mi)

I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman
Oh man (wait), oh man (wait)
I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman
Oh man (I'm back), oh man (I'm back)

[Juelz Santana]
I'm back
I'm crack
Sorry about the (wait)
Sorry I made you (wait)
I can't let my peeps down, I can't let my seed down
They need me out there (yeah)
I can't let the streets down
I gotta do it be

[Intro: Sizzla (Juelz Santana)]
Owwwww!!!! Ha Ha!!!
Click clack and it's over you dead (This is it)
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head (Santana)
It's in my blood I love killin you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (DipSet!) Owwwww!!!!

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go
I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
All sides all guys all rise now
BO! BO! BO! Make four shots now
Now all ladies more ladies all guys down
Say Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Four times now
Shake that ass like a shotta hoe, get in shotta mode
(Yeah!) It's DipSet bitch yeah there them shottas go
And them shots will go (BO!) and them shots a blow (BO!)
Damn straight through your man's plantano
You'll get a pushin rod for bein a rookie paw
And puttin your head in the next man cookie jar
We supportin, enforcin, extortion
Involvin take Bronson, or money launderin
We are shottas, yes y'all to the death y'all
Money power respect y'all the hell with the rest y'all
If heaven ain't got a ghetto I guess I'm goin to hell
With the rush y'all, with a L and my vest on (Yeah!)

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go
I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

[Bridge: Sizzla]
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
Hey, outlaws goes by no rules

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Now tell me who wanna fuck with us? (Who)
Who wanna romp with us? (Who)
(BO! BO! BO! BO!) You know what's up with us
(We are shottas!!!) True coke smugglers
Tombstone coverers then move on the full blown coverage
Our shottas (BO!) BIG was a shotta (BO!) Pac was a shotta
Shyne locked up cause Shyne was a shotta
(BO!) Shottas, one more time lick a shot for my shottas
My pops was never there that made my mama the shotta (BO!)
Made by a woman I was raised by a woman
So I never loved a bitch but I stay by my women
They are shottas, we are breed of achievers
That will do anything to suceed or achieve it
You walk like a shotta, you talk like a shotta
But won't stand up in the court like a shotta
Niggaz like you ought to get shot up
For actin and bein a fraudulent shotta

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go
I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
My shottas (BO!) they shottas (BO!)
Dreadlocks, Rastas, Rudeboys, pop the, imposter hang with the lobsters
Sings like then opera, bang with the mobsters
Don Gargon hard and love the drama
And tuck the lama, now suck your mama
Boom boom bang clack zoom zoom
Hum hum guys wise yes touch pum pum
I'm Gotti boy, with that shotty toy
Ladi dadi howdy mami I body a battyboy
I cannot flop, I, this is shotta
Twenty four seconds your inside a hot pot
It get deep daddy, out the piece caddy
He curry chicken, turn him a beef patty
Get the coco bread, I'm a loco head
With the 'fo 'fo oh, here we oh so dead

[Bridge: Sizzla]
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
Hey, outlaws goes by no rules

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go
I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
San-tana, AY
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
Tick, tock
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
Tick, tock
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)

Get on the grind like clockwork
Move that behind like clockwork
Keep it coming on time like clockwork
Get that clockwork (homie) make that clockwork (shorty)

You hear the sounds of the tick (tick)
You hear the sounds of the tock (tock)
You hear the sounds of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock)
Move to the sound of the tick (tick)
Move to the sound of the tock (tock)
Move to the sound of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock) yep yep

Now lemme see you get that block work rolling
Lemme see you get that clockwork going
Fiends copping by the clockwork flowing
All day and all night
Till them S.W.A.T. cops rolling
Or that clock, stop, going
Tick, tock, tick, tock, ay
Homie, get on the grind like clockwork
Two for five or a dime, that's clockwork
Shorty
You ain't gettin' off the hook that easy
Lemme see that clockwork
She said look that's easy
Move it around, and around, and around, and around like a clock chick
To the sound, of the sound, of the sound of the clock's tick
Tick, tock, tick, tock, ay
Shorty, move that behind like clockwork
And spin around to the sound of how the clock work

[Chorus]
You hear the sounds of the tick (tick)
You hear the sounds of the tock (tock)
You hear the sounds of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock)
Move to the sound of the tick (tick)
Move to the sound of the tock (tock)
Move to the sound of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock) yep yep

Get on the grind like clockwork
Move that behind like clockwork
Keep it coming on time like clockwork
Get that clockwork (homie) make that clockwork (shorty)

The grind on paper chase
The block on day to day
Listen, I'm always ticking
Like the clock on Flava Flav
I could
Give cock, and don't stop giving
So can you
Wink wop, and don't stop whipping
And just
Make that clockwork (tick), get that clockwork (tock)
Shake that clockwork (tick), flip that clockwork (tock), shorty,
Ay, do what you gotta do for that clockwork
Nine to five, side moves for that clockwork
If you a soldier, homie, get you a doja (?) homie
Move the homie, tell him get that clockwork (homie)
Ay, teach him how to mix that pot work
Right to left, all day, he'll get that clockwork
Listen
Tick, tock, tick, tock (homie) AY
That's what I call clockwork for ya
Holla at me, I got work for ya
AY

[Chorus]

[Outro]
I mean nigga
If you gettin' money
That's clockwork
If you hustlin', that's clockwork
Bitch, if you out there sellin' ass, that's clockwork
If you out there pimpin' homie, that's clockwork
Holla at me
AY
DipSet

Dude come on, you know what you gotta do this time around...Kill 'em

[Hook]
You niggas aint nuthin...Kill 'em
You niggas is frontin'...Kill 'em
You niggas don't want it
Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
My niggas they get it...money
Ya'll niggas can't get it...money
We'll kill ya to get it...
Money, money, money, money

[Verse 1 - Juelz Sanatana]
It's like everything I'm doing is gangsta
My whole movement is gangsta, I manuever with gangstas
I put the T-R-U into gangstur, I'm a nuisance to gangstas
I be shootin' at gangstas...Kill 'em
If he blink wrong...Kill 'em
If he think wrong...Kill 'em
Show this muthafucka these aint no paintballs...Kill 'em
Put his 8 ball, dead in the side pocket
Some lead from a hot rocket, left in his side pocket...Kill 'em
Fuck a microwave, that'll turn his head into a hot pocket
I'm begging you, ock stop it, cause never do I stop it
Whenever do I pop it, I kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
Yeah, I lay around all day, with the pound all day
Dog, I don't play around all day, no
I pop up with the glock, like it's groundhog's day
And then I let a round off maynn
Now how that sound off maynn, when that pound go bang
Ya face chow ol mein, byeeee....chow lo mein
I'm great, when you see me, bow 'ol maynn

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2 - Juelz Santana]
When the glock go bang, when the shot go bang
All you goin' hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
And I'm not no game, I pop those thangs
All you goin' hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
For them nachos, I'll kill ya, for my block yo, I'll kill ya
Let this nigga know he's not no guerilla
And that's not no chinchilla, that's a chopped up gorilla
That they chopped up to get ya, and you bought it, killa
This is not a real nigga, he is not in my picture
I eat lobster for dinner, he got spam on his plate
He got ham on his plate, I don't eat pork
Hand me some steak, nigga hand me some cake
'Fore I hand you a eight, like a muthafuckin' hand that you shake...bitch
Give you five nigga, I'm alive nigga
Who, what, where, when ,why nigga, I nigga...Kill 'em

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Cam'Ron]
What's my name...Killa, who I be with...Killas
What them bitches say...Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa
There go a cat fight, bitches they spar for dome
In the car they foam, never seen cars with phones
Santana, I give any part to homes
eye ear heart or bone, back out the orange cones
Even though I go right at the Sergant's dome
Right with my orange stones, we aren't home
Get moving and took out, I'm using the hood route
Hustla please, man you was the lookout
Man just lookout, I'ma raging bull, with amazing ??, so im Paid in Full
But this no movie prop, doggy this the oozie rod
That leave ya cutie rootie, tootie, lil bootie pac
This my dutie doc, you try to sue me, stop
How you judge me, I get Judge Judy shot
Now sue me ox, I just lay and smile
I'll rape ya child, they wont make the trial...

Killa, Killa, Santana, Dipset, Killa

<i>[Intro]</i>
Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers
Knahmean? We just trying to stay above water
Feel me? I mean I speak for the Gs, the hustlers
They understand me, knahmsayin?
Shit
Lock into this time and lock out (always)
I mean ain't nothing promised to niggaz like us
You know?

<i>[Juelz Santana]</i>
Just a, another day another dollar
Now look what you got
Another hater, another plotter
Shit, you know the drill
A brother pay, a brother holla
Watch 'em, they creeping
Another raid, another copper
Aw man
Another case, another lock-up
What
Another bail, know that cake better pop up
Yup
That's just day to day shit we go through
And results of the day to day shits we go through
Some niggaz day to day pitch, they local, and
Some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal, and
Some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal
I don't honor them fools
Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed
I speak from the heart of the hood
From the boarded up apartments with wood
From the cracked down crack houses (yeah)
To the burnt up black houses
To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out
And puffing weed makes my actions switch
I'm at the window, with the pistol, like Malcolm
Ain't that a bitch (man)
And I'm paranoid, paranoid
But still I got to get it, got to have it, make it happen boy

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take
And may this song play all the way
And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me
And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me

<i>[Juelz Santana]</i>
Look now
Another dead, another born
Vice versa
Another here, another gone
Pay attention
Another smile, another mourn
Another funeral, another baby shower going on
Get it, huh
That's just life in the hood
You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood
Huh, get it
I live the life of a hustler
No sleep all night for a hustler, buster
And if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep sheep
I swear fiends will chase that high for four weeks
I'm still dealing with the day to day beef and
Stress, hunger, patience
The day to day basics
Yep, shit that we go through, you know
Shit
Look at the shit that we go through, you know
Niggaz come home, can't get jobs
Niggaz getting money, acting like they can't get robbed
And that don't mix

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Intro]</i>
Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers
Knahmean? We just trying to stay above water
Feel me? I mean I speak for the Gs, the hustlers
They understand me, knahmsayin?
Shit
Lock into this time and lock out (always)
I mean ain't nothing promised to niggaz like us
You know?

<i>[Juelz Santana]</i>
Just a, another day another dollar
Now look what you got
Another hater, another plotter
Shit, you know the drill
A brother pay, a brother holla
Watch 'em, they creeping
Another raid, another copper
Aw man
Another case, another lock-up
What
Another bail, know that cake better pop up
Yup
That's just day to day shit we go through
And results of the day to day shits we go through
Some niggaz day to day pitch, they local, and
Some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal, and
Some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal
I don't honor them fools
Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed
I speak from the heart of the hood
From the boarded up apartments with wood
From the cracked down crack houses (yeah)
To the burnt up black houses
To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out
And puffing weed makes my actions switch
I'm at the window, with the pistol, like Malcolm
Ain't that a bitch (man)
And I'm paranoid, paranoid
But still I got to get it, got to have it, make it happen boy

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take
And may this song play all the way
And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me
And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me

<i>[Juelz Santana]</i>
Look now
Another dead, another born
Vice versa
Another here, another gone
Pay attention
Another smile, another mourn
Another funeral, another baby shower going on
Get it, huh
That's just life in the hood
You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood
Huh, get it
I live the life of a hustler
No sleep all night for a hustler, buster
And if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep sheep
I swear fiends will chase that high for four weeks
I'm still dealing with the day to day beef and
Stress, hunger, patience
The day to day basics
Yep, shit that we go through, you know
Shit
Look at the shit that we go through, you know
Niggaz come home, can't get jobs
Niggaz getting money, acting like they can't get robbed
And that don't mix

<i>[Chorus]</i>

feat. Hell Rell

[Intro]
Uh-ohhhh!
Cold cold time again baby
I'm back in the, back in the, back in the building
Juelz Santana (Aye!)
Dip Set bitch
I need all my soldiers and my block men to stand up for me
It's 'bout that time you know

[Chorus]
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I ride
My town, my car, my block
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm bad
My building, my porch, my stue
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm loose

[Juelz Santana]
Straight for paper
Paper chaser
Gangsta gangsta
Gangsta gangsta
I know my block is a crazy zoo
But it got me crazy glued (stuck)
I got to make these moves
So I hustle the hardest (drugs)
I got no team
Just a connect and a couple of partners
I keep my street niggaz, my street niggaz (yup)
I keep my cheese niggaz, my cheese niggaz (Yup)
I keep my beef niggaz, my beef niggaz (yup)
I keep my weed niggaz, my weed niggaz
Keep business business, keep pleasure pleasure
And I never mix it, ever ever
Yeah the code of the street
Eyes open don't sleep
(whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop)
There go the police
That's why you catch me moving through dolo
Moving through solo, steel weapon, steel weapon

[Chorus]

[Hell Rell]
Niggaz always catch the bodies in the hood (yup)
Straight shootin up the party in the hood (uh-uh)


Mafia ties, I'm like Gotti in the hood
Tellin hoopty on the black Maserati through the hood
Rememeber when we used to play karate in the hood (remember)
Now my rims look like ninja stars
Nigga I've been the star (I ain't have shit)
I remember when I didn't have shit to bar
Now I can lean you a couple of clips
You hungry homey you can eat a couple of clips
Come to my strip, you gon see niggaz G'd up cuz
We slangers (slangers)
Gang bangers (east-side)
And when it comes to squaley we stranges, plus
I keep my thug niggaz, my thug niggaz
I keep my blood niggaz, my blood niggaz
Spend it all I ain't no cheap ass nigga
I'm always gonna ride this I'm a weed sack nigga, YUP!

[Chorus]

[Juelz Santana]
I represent mine to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent the grind to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent scar time, bar time, hard times
Yeah, hard times to the fullest (oh yeah)
We need to have a million man march again
We need to have a million man march up in
The white house start a million man argument
Like Bush why a million man starving in?
My city, my town, my hood
Whatever you wanna call it nigga what's good
We riders, we rollers, we survivors, we soldiers
We don't crack under pressure
We relax under pressure
Most of all, we don't rap under pressure
We bang, and we pitch this crack
'Till the cops shut us down or waste respect

[Chorus] - repeat to fade

Guess what
I'm back
A yes Santana dip, set, bitch
You know, you know

We say G'd up, we make these bucks,we make things jump
No thanks to you
We blaze weed up,we invade these clubs,we make things jump
No thanks to you
(You)

From the beat to the boogie,to the street to the hoodie
This is gangsta shit, gangsta shit
Baby to get down to the beat and just boogie to the beat
Shake ya tushy if you like gangsta shit

Gangsta niggas
(Come)
Gangsta bitches
(Come)
Get on up,get gangsta with us
(Umm)

Or should I say, get gangsta with me
I gangsta boogie through this gangsta city
(Watch me)
Get dough, hit hoes, quick froze, big 4, get low
'Fore I bang at you
(Watch me)

Pitch flow, big blow, big bank, big rolls
You know, no thanks to you
(You)
And shorty you can catch me stunt
(Stunt)

Off the weed yup
(Yup)
Screamin' "Hi, my name is!"
These nuts
(Nuts)

G's up
(Up)
Hoe's down
That's how it's been
How it is and how it goes down
(So)

From my young G's wit the clip and the Black 5th
(Come)
For my OG's wit the pik with the Black Fist
(Come, umm)

This gangsta shit
Full blown gangsta shit
You know gangsta shit, aye
We say G'd up, we make these bucks
We make things jump

No thanks to you
We blaze weed up,we invade these clubs
We make things jump
No thanks to you
(You)

From the beat to the boogie to the street to the hoodie
This is gangsta shit, gangsta shit
Baby to get down to the beat and just boogie to the beat
Shake ya tushy if you like gangsta shit

Check it now don't you wanna be like us
Yup, cut it out you can't be like us
(Nope)
Now don't you wanna be like us
Yup, cut it out you can't be like us
(Nope)

Pop, pop, pop it like its hot
(Hot)
Like snoop said
Drop, drop it like it's hot
(Hot)

Which one of y'all want ya couchie rubbed
I'm fucked up and I'm lookin' for some groupie love
(Yes)
Y'all hoe's know why I'm here
And it's not to send y'all bottles and buy y'all beer
(Come)

I might send over some eye contact
(Come)
And let you know I'm tryin' to hop on that
(Umm)

And if you send back the eye contact
Then I know it's time to go to the pop off shack
I'm a gangsta, I like to do gangsta shit
Like

Umm
Gangsta boogie wit my gangsta bitch
(So come)
Gangsta boogie with a gangsta bitch

Come see how the gangsta's live
(Come, umm)
And you'll see it ain't no fronts or tellin' lies
This gangsta shit here must be televised

We say G'd up, we make these bucks
We make things jump
No thanks to you
We blaze weed up,we invade these clubs
We make things jump
No thanks to you
(You)

From the beat to the boogie,to the street to the hoodie
This is gangsta shit, gangsta shit
Baby to get down to the beat and just boogie to the beat
Shake ya tushy if you like gangsta shit

Check it now don't you wanna be like us?
Yup, cut it out you can't be like us
(Nope)
Now don't you wanna be like us?
Yup, cut it out you can't be like us
(Nope)

[Intro]
Nah
Yeah, yeah leave the hissin in, Don't take the hissin out
We gon keep this one all the way gangsta
I mean, you mutha fuckas don't realize, how real this shit is man
I mean, people always gonna try and get over on you
But protect what's yours, protect your family, protect what's right
Ya Dig!

The story starts off, lil boy black in the ghetto
No matter what he does it's back to the ghetto (ghetto)
No choice but to adapt to the ghetto
So he adapts the ghetto
Yes, the crack and the metal
He took no days off, for gettin this cocaine off
He ran back and forth so much he pissed Jose off
Now Jose was the cocaine boss
Straight from Columbia, his cocaine soft
But Jose was out fuckin his sister
Hittin shorty off 'cause' he had love for his sister
And shorty had no love for his sister 'cause' sister was sniff up everything Jose gives her
But shorty had a plan for them both
'cause' he was good at handlin coke and Jose liked that
Problem was, he was pitchin for the dudes down the street
You know, Cj, Big Boo, and Meleke
Meleke was a killa, Boo was a killa
Cj, well he's just anotha nigga
Despite the fact, they didn't like the fact, that he was close to Jose and he might just rat
And bein that he was a bitch and he ain't know when its here
They set it up to get him there n hit him there
But shorty was smart, so before they got to load up n spark he said hold up my heart
Please, then he said Please, look up in my bag, there's cook up in my bag
It's all good up in my bag
And there's more where that came frome
It came from Jose, believe me there's more where that caine from
So they let him go thinkin he would tell them where Jose kept the heavy coke
But instead he told Jose bout that
And we all know Jose bout that
Next thing we know we see Jose slouch back
And he said there's no way out that
He said shoot em ima blow they house back
Next day Jose sent the 2-way out town
And next minute someone blew they house down
Jose think shorty on his side
But he don't know shorty on his side
So shorty called Jose, like listen, it's going down I need more cocaine
So they met up, it was a set up
Guess who? Cj, Meleke and Boo speed up
You shoulda seen the look on old man's face
You neva seen a look on no man's face
Told him no mans great, and it's no man's place
To fuck with no man's fam
And he said where's my sister before I kill you
The End

[Outro]
The story's over man (over man)
They all kinda end like that man, ya dig
You see, I told this story because I kinda feel like, every hood, everybody, everybody gotta lil boy fresh and them somewhere
Weither it's right next door, across the hall
Up the block, down the block, around the corner
I mean, you see, you see we all see the same shit, just through diffent eyes
You surprised? Don't be man, It's just real shit
Holla at ya boy dipset, AYE!

<i>[Intro]</i>
You know me, yea u niggas know me
Been searching for good times man, can't seem to find none.
Must be lost,
We'll get em back though.

<i>[Chorus x2]</i>
I look around, like where the good times at?
I'm just tryin to bring the good times back.

<i>[verse 1]</i>
DO you remember? Them good ol' things, Tag, skully, them good ol'games.
Yea, those were the good ol' days, every hustler had good cocaine.
Remba new now? That good ol' grease, for them good ol' waves, remba that good ol' fade?
Remba that good ol' brush, that you kept in your back pocket, after that good ol' cut.
Remba them good ol' block parties and cookouts, everybody on the block partyin and cookout. Nobody get shot during the cookout. Mayb a fight niggas box
during the cookout. Niggas laugh, shout, during the cookout. Damn! How you get knocked out during the cookout? Remba ya good ol fam, that one dude you
could count on ya good ol man? (my nigga) Remba that good ol jam? That drove u crazy, make u jus wanna hold cha lady (come here baby) Remba goin to that
good ol flick, witcha good ol chick, and it didnt make u a trick? Remba waitin for them good ol holidays? Broke or not they was good ol holidays.
As long as u had ur good on aunti, ur good ol nanny, your good ol family. Yep!

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Wont cha, wont cha come on back to me? <i>[x3]</i>

Do you remember, them good ol nites?
Smokin, drikin them good ol dice. To the deuce u rolled twice, Ace, damn gotta pay that good ol price.
Remba them ol "yo MtV raps" man, i hope they bring yo mtv back.
Remba Walkin through them good ol streets, new...MJ's on ya good ol feet?
Remba, that good ol chain u used to wear, u aint know if it was fake you didnt care.
Remba? taht good ol money you got that knot with the good ol 20 on top.
Do ya?
remba those good things, remba those hood thangs, remba feelin those hood pains?
Remba those good ol friends u used to have? Pitch for u, those good ol friend taht made you laugh?
Remba, the time you shared with the ones you loved? lost, the one above?
Remba all the thing u wanted to be? Doctor, Lawyer, knew at least one you could be.
Remba that good ol dream u used to have?
Similar to the one Dr. King used to have.
Remba everything about those good ol days, that make you say the good ol's changed.

<i>[Chorus x2]</i>
Wont cha, wont cha come on back to me? <i>[x4]</i>

[Chorus]
Rock the boat don't sink the ship.
Do you like to get freaky freaky?
Do you to get kinky kinky?
(Yeah, I like to get freaky, freaky)
(Yeah, I like to get kinky, kinky)
Do ya Good I get the boat rockin' (yeah)
Good let's get the boat rockin' (yeah)
Good we got the boat rockin' (yeah)
Good lets get keep the boat rockin'

Now how many chicks in this bitch like dick?
Well how many dudes in this room like pune?
Holy moly the rap Goldie
Oh he back put up yours now clap
That, that's the sound I like to hear
That, that's the bounce I like to hear
Now grab a chick and get freaky
Whisper at her, are you kinky
And if she tell you yes
Found another chick that tell you yes and bail for sex
I bet that will be freaky
(Yeah that will be kinky) (yea)
Tap it up slap it up flip it rub it down don't forget to wrap it up
Then tell shorty to back it up
Just like a truck that's backing up (yeah) (aye!)

[Chorus]

Rock the boat don't sink the ship.
Mami take your pick who you leavin' with huh?
Rock the boat don't sink the ship.
Shorty take your pick who you leavin' with huh?

Now guess who's back in the mothafuckin' house
Front get punched in your mothafuckin' mouth
But I ain't come for that dear baby
Tell me you had a pap smear lately (huh?)
Ill be your check up guy
Check up low check up high
Check out bye bye then I'm gone like the wind
Find a sucka spend all night with him
I just wanna do the nasty withcha withcha
Not download a nasty picture picture
'cause I don't know about the internet
I just how much I'm into sex (yea)
What's poppin' withcha is you tryin' to get it poppin sista
No shrimp no lobster dish (uh huh)
Just lots of dick (huh)

[Chorus]

Rock the boat don't sink the ship.
Mami take your pick who you leavin' with huh?
Rock the boat don't sink the ship.
Shorty take your pick who you leavin' with huh?

(feat. Cam'Ron)

(Intro)
(sample)
Out in the street
They call it murder

(Juelz Santana + (sample))
Up (in the street)
Gun tucked (in the street)
Niggaz front (in the street)
Get bucked and (they call it murder)
Up (in the street)
Gun tucked (in the street)
Buck buck and (they call it murder)

(Chorus: Juelz Santana)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets

(Verse 1: Juelz Santana)
I stay up
My gun tucked
I gives a fuck
So, welcome to jamrock
No, welcome to my damn block
Where the slugs and cans pop
For the ones and tan rocks
Kids play in the sandbox
Other kids
Lay in boxes with sandtops
You can't stop this
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder shit, this
Servin', servin', se-servin', servin', se-servin' bricks, we
Purchase, purchase, pu-purchase, and purchase, purchase whips, we
Swervin, swervin, sw-swervin, swervin, on purpose, bitch
Try to stop me, you ain't, kid
Try to pop me, you can't live
If so, you'll need an oxygen tank, shit
And for those bucks
I'm no punk
I'm Scarface, coked up, you know what
(sniff) I think I need another hit
(sniff) You know who you fuckin' with

(Chorus - 2X)

(Verse 2: Juelz Santana)
I bang
I slang
My nuts hang, yup
So don't get it confused or fucked up
My dudes will jump up
The ruger, dump dump, bup bup
And (they call it murder)
Act stupid, the gat's shootin (gunshot)
We'll leave you there, leave you square
Box style, box style, he who dares (dares)
Don't play
Be calm now, calm down cuz
We all know you're not a killa killa gorilla, man
Y'all know I get that scrilla scrilla f'reala, fam
Catch me in the chinchilla all through the winter, man
Never catch me trippin', slippin', and kill me, damn
I show the hood love
They show me love back
And the hood is where my heart is, so I love that
Nah, you can't keep a black man down
I'm worldwide, Harlem's own, Manhattan bound
AY

(Chorus - 2X)

(Verse 3: Cam'Ron)
Killa, killa, more killin' killin' for killa killa
Feel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on gorillas
Santana, bananas, clip bananas, wrapped in bandannas
Hammers, hammers, no cameras, you'll be runnin to nana (nana nana)
Nana nana Santana, he be holding berettas
Killa killa kills civilians, you know I'm no better
Mo' betta' betta', cheddar cheddar, you'll be dead on your lever
For cheddar cheddar, heads we sever, go get it together
Get it together, now now get my pape's right
Come through late night
I know what it tastes like (what's that?)
Some good coke, dawg, go get your face pipe
Put on my Laker jersey, then I go rape white (number 8)
You got G ma, I got G too, shit
She wanna fly G-4, won't fly G-2 (nope)
Need ten thousand, you won't get a G, boo
Only G you gettin' is me, O.G., trueness

(OUTRO: Juelz Santana + (Cam'Ron))
(Murder, murder)
Haha, haha
I told you
I told you you niggaz was in trouble man
DipSet (murda)
The new season has officially begun (murda)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay

[Juelz]
God will never put you in a situation that you can't handle
But you can definitley put ya self in a siyuation you can't handle
And some situations end in death
And death is a mothafucka ya dig

[Juelz]
Old timer want the block back, stop that
You been gone too long the young nigga said
Lord knows, what's goin through this young niggaz head
As the old timer stood and grilled him
Pissed off, shorty looked at his man
Touched his burner like I shoulda killed him
Shorty in deep, but hew don't care
But he don't know, these old timers don't play fair
There he go, postin on his strip again
Toast on him, niggaz wit 'em, posted on his shit again
(Uh-Oh) He actin like it can't and it won't happen
Old timer bout to blow dust off that old cabinet
(Thats,that's,Thats) Where dem guns is kept
These young niggaz better show some respect (respect)
I'll Teach 'em a lesson, he said to his self
As he proceeded to pull the lead from his shelf
Now he headed towards shorty block, forty cocked
On his zip, on his shit, like he don't care who shorty wit
But somebody saw him, before he go to shorty
Shorty phone ring, somebody called him
Somebody warned him, he's comin he's comin
Shorty replied, somebody stall him
Then he crept up wit his goons and guns
Whispered in to old timers ear, death is soon to come

[Chorus]
They say hell is hot,but is heaven cold
Know one ever knows til you Gone, gone, gone

And when you gone does ya soul drift off to a better place
Or do you jus float up and fade
Away,away,away,away, like a bird when its headed towards the sky (huh, huh)
Or do you just die (huh huh)
Or do you just perish from the earth and its over

[Juelz]
Baddest bitch up on the block
Prolly make a nigga cum when as soon as she get up on the cock
She fuck wit Tony don't she (don't she)
Oh he's, not ya average drug dealer, fa sho he's
Bien watched by police, feds
Investigators, oh, can't forget the haters
Home girl ain't got a clue what he do for a livin
She jus think she got a dude wit a pension
She don't know dis dude is a henchman
And he move on dudes wit the cruelest intensions
All she know she got a brand new benz
And its big enough for her and all her brand new friends (Damn)
There she go, all through the street wit it
Dude in and outta towen, she all through the street wit it
We all know the street talk, we all know the street missin
Next thing she's missin....(music stops, phone rings twice)
"Hello", "Ay nigga I got yo bitch, have a million sent up or she dead"
Damn,she in deep shit, and she did nothin
I betchu she ain't see dis comin, but he did
Cause he did nothin, he ain't pay (pay)
He told 'em keep dat bitch, he okay
He got a wife and a kid, back home
And he don't care about the life that she live (Damn)
Now that's wrong (wrong)
But the story ain't over it drags on (aw man what happened next)
They wind up beating her down
Breathless, he winds up fleein the town (til the next bitch)

[Chorus]

[Juelz]
And um, I say that to say this, alotta people don't appreciate life til their gone
I mean, alotta situations can be avoided, you just gotta avoid it ya dig
Jus don't be one of them people I'm talkin bout, ya know....

Hey ja, I think juelz is back in town

[CHORUS]
Juelz back and he's better than ever
This is crack and it's better than ever
Get, get back 'cause whatever's whatever
Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back

[VERSE 1]
I'm back and I'm back and I'm back and I'm back in affect
I'm back and I'm back and I'm back as a matter of fact
I'm jabbin', I'm jabbin', I'm jabbin', I'm jabbin' 'em back
What's happened has happened and I'm what's happenin' back
I'm packin' a mack in the back of the cadillac
I'm badder than that than half of the bastards who rap
I'm battin' at that with a baseball hat and a bat
Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back
I'm fuckin this track I been fuckin this track up, I'm doin'
I come with the mack, if you bust that shit back up, I'm shootin'
He front and he act up, there's nothin' to back up his shootin'
Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back
I bubble the crack 'cause I cut it to packs and I move it
It's nothin' to that, but it's somethin' to that 'cause I do it
They runnin' you back, I'm runnin' it back, I'm movin'
Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back

[Chorus (2x)]

[VERSE 2]
Yo, I'm doper than doper, than doper, than doper, than doper
I'm closer to dope than actual dope is to dope
I roll in the smoke let 'em know it's potent I smoke
Take coke to the boat, the boat to the ocean and float
I know what I know about hoes that I know that you don't
I know I control 'em I poke 'em and open 'em slow
I know that I'm flowin', so why stop flowin', keep goin'
Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back
I know that I'm killin', and killin' is just what I do
I know them gorillas we all used to chill in the zoo
I know how to get her, kill him and get up to you
Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back
I know that I'm iller, the illest, and iller than you
Hold up my nigga, there's nothin' you niggas can do
My four-fifth is bigger I spit it and it enters in you
Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back

[CHORUS (2x)]

I don't feel the suns comin' out today
its staying in, its gonna find another way.
As I sit here in this misery, I don't
think I'll ever see the sun from here.

And oh as I fade away,
they'll all look at me and say, and they'll say,
Hey look at him! I'll never live that way.
But that's okay
they're just afraid to change.

When you feel your life ain't worth living
you've got to stand up and
take a look around you then a look way up to the sky.
And when your deepest thoughts are broken,
keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin' it's time to die.

And as we all play parts of tomorrow,
some ways will work and other ways we'll play.
But I know we all can't stay here forever,
so I want to write my words on the face of today.
and then they'll paint it

And oh as I fade away,
they'll all look at me and they'll say,
Hey look at him and where he is these days.
When life is hard, you have to change.

[Santana talking]
W-what is this, this sound like some graveyard s***
Well that's what the f*** they gon need
Cause I'mma bury these niggas this time around

[Verse 1]
Who better than me, you better than me
S*** you never will see if you dead and deceased
Keep two', lead, and the piece and I'm busting it off right
Leave a trail of smoke like a f***ing exhaust pipe
Took the coke up out the stash cause they know about the stash
Now I'm like swallow these dope up in the bags
Coke up in the bags, yeah sown up in the bags
I do my chicks like Ludacris blow it out your a**
I'm a mean pimp you know what I mean pimp
Four hoes on each strip all bringing me chips
Futuristic, so when I'm gon they gon have to do balistics
Just to prove I'm this sick
You n***as need to be spank by your mami
For ever thinking you'll be greater than I'll be
You get that short late waist pack money
I get that all straight a.s.a.p. money bring it here now!

[Chorus 2x]
Touch the coke, touch the pot, add the soda what you got ME!
I am what I am I be what I be and that you will see I AM CRACK!!

[Verse 2]
Who want it with I you want it with I
I'll shoot one of ya eyes
You'll lose one of ya eyes
I'll jam move and slump ya
Leave your body in ranch cuckamonga with ants moving under
My flows so in order I can turn soap and water to ocean water and float the border
You never will be what I forever will be
Your tombstone never will read we buried a G nope!!
I'm so mean and nice with the things I write
Jesus might say Jesus Christ
It's only rap so why y'all trying to hold me back
Like y'all ain't ask for to owe me back I'M HERE!
My peoples play and sling cocaine
More than Billy Blanco from Carliton's Way
So you can find me on the streets okay
With that big f***ing piece okay

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
Too dope for this but you won't admit
So my two's smoking spit make you choke on spit
You ever seen a man gag and gargle
Sound like a new born trying to ask for bottles
They like cut it out you slacking
But I bust it out in rapping
Can you name a n***a better without me busting out in laughing?
N***a you couldn't spit enough to get at me
I'll stretch ya for extracurricular activity
I'm more macing than grace is when I say s***
You should say amen after my name kid
Yes this is that of greatest
You should say amen after this statement

[Chorus 2x]

San-tana (aye) It's dipset Bitch There it go Baby don't stop now There it go Baby don't stop now There it go Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay) Time to whistle at her Aye girl you make my whistle blow There it go Bring it here baby There it go Bring it here baby&nbsp; Top down and im at it again It's hot now and i'm at it to win (you heard me) Who want it with me Nobody wanna it with me Oh im so fly Oh Mami come n get me Sit it down Back up Bring it on back up Move it till you feel something hard on your back (Ugh) There it go If u want it come and get it I aint kiddin im wit it Here it go (go) So Girl LET ME SEE YOU GET LOW There it go Yea jus like that Move your thang like a boomarang And come right back There it go I dont need to ask i proceed to grab A chiks up my G'd up swagger There it go&nbsp; There it Go Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay) Time to whistle at her Aye girl you make my whistle blow There it go Bring it here baby (c'mon) There it go Bring it here baby (c'mon) Aye girl let me see you get low There it go Set it down baby There it go Set it down baby There it go its dipset (ohh) There it go Aye Aye Aye There it go its dipset (ohh) There it go Aye Aye Aye I got to get it I'm so hot terrific So not fair to the other guyz to sin it I know not unlimit Theres no skys a limit Till then Imma do imma do imma do ma thang So baby keep moving moving n moving your thang And that'll keep you n you n you in the ring (or maybe not) Aye girl you make me want to know You do it like a pro lil lady If so bring it here let it show lil lady There it go Lets go lil lady to the crib, to the tele You kno lil lady Run Yes girl Uhm yes you can have a Confess girl to the sunset girl (girl) But first i gotta Undress girl So take off dem clothes and UNdress Girl Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay) Time to whistle at her Aye girl you make my whistle blow There it go Bring it here baby (c'mon) There it go Bring it here baby (c'mon) Aye girl let me see you get low There it go Set it down baby There it go Set it down baby

Huh, okay, put the kids to bed
Put 'em to bed now
I said put 'em to bed now!
Do it!
Yeah, yeah
It's goin' down
DipSet, bitch
Juelz Santana
Ay

[Chorus]
Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music
Nope
This is violence (violence, violence)
This is violence (violence)
Violence

The champ is back
Yup
This is my anthem track
Yup
This wasn't made for to dance or for your hands to clap
This that
Gutter, gutter motherfucker Ay
This that
Get your knife, time to gut a motherfucker Ay
They hand you the snub
Dismantle your mug
A head shot have you looking like you shampoo with blood
The vandalous thugs
The scandalous thugs
That go to your block, piss on the spot where your candle's put up
This ain't no damn push music
Or no hammish (?) music
This ain't party time it's army time
Ambush music
This that cripple fly, kill a guy, full blown gorilla-fied
Don't go in the club if you can't get your clip inside music
This that half a pound, back 'em down, ask around
Nobody say nuttin', cause they know they gon' get gatted down music
That pop and squeeze, lots of screams, guess what
Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King music

[Chorus]

Let's get ready to rumble (yup)
This that gritty, gritty for shizzy y'all (yup)
For shizzy, nizzy, I'll kill a nigga, he piss me off (Ay)
Heat him down, keep the pound, see him now, beat him down
I ain't talkin' 'bout a bush when I say he'll get beat around music
He ain't actin' right, grab and fight, stab him right
Show dude old school snatches at taxes night
Sip sizzurp, smoke weed, x up, coke, please
Dope fiends, get a load of this new codeine
That music, crack music, peel a nigga cap to it
No reason at all
This music is that stupid (Ay)
It's the code of silence (no it's)
Spoken silence
Right now I am promoting violence (Ay)
Why shouldn't I get the vest and spit the thing (Ay)
When y'all promote cigarettes and nicotine (Ay)
And y'all hope we stop it
Y'all told me stop it
Y'all the ones that keep promoting violence (Ay)

[Chorus]

This the shit that the gangstas love
Stomp out a gang of bud
Squeeze off a gang of slugs
We gotta vacate the club music
That's how the gangstas does
Shanking O.J., a thug
Go get your glock, and let it pop
Just like Bacon does music
We the few left that does what we do best
This here, get clear
Illegal in the U.S.
I overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit
This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack a Tec
I could just snap my hand and have a nigga snap ya neck
This the talk is cheap, so I let the luger speak
Pump the torch, then dump the corpse off in Dawson's Creek
The O.G. killer is back
So if you're living is whack
Come see me, little nigga, I'll give you a gat like
Here, here's a hammer nigga
Here, go hurt a nigga
Here, go jam a nigga
Here, go murk a nigga

[Child]
Daddy? [baby cries]
Daddy? [slight echo]

[Juelz Santana]
Daddy? (just to hear you breathing)
Damn man this shits crazy
Got a little son now, little me
Runnin around, its crazy
I'd do anything man, do anything
Life is precious, remember that.

And if I die then my child'll be a bastard

[verse 1]
I just had a newborn,
Shorty weighs 7 pounds, 6 ounces, 20 inches, too strong,
I'm happy now, ima daddy now,
I gotta be there, I ain't get to see my daddy around,
We ain't never get to ball out kid,
I was young, the game caught him before I did, but
Back to you son, as for you son,
I'd do any and everything, that's the truth son,
From the dirtiest diaper, till you get old enough to dirty your nikes up,
I'm your clean up man,
You ever need a hand, need a foot, need a heart, need a lung,
Reach for the phone, call me up son,
Yes, everything drops for you, everything stops for you,
I'll bury a block for you,
I'll let go every shot for you, and I'll reload the clip, just to make sho he's hit

[chorus]
I gotta little boy to look after,
I gotta little boy to look after,
[said] I gotta little boy to look after,
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard [x2]

[verse 2]
Everyday I look in your face, I sit back and I smile,
Look at his face, its just like mine, wow,
Damn, this kid shines,
Authority and prioritys, this kids mine, so,
That means I gotta beat him if I have to,
Keep him out of bad schools, teach him how to rap smooth,
Show him the ropes like, make sure his rope's tight,
No screws loose, no loose screws,
Got manners, got morals, got sense of respect,
Cause when you gone, boy that's all you got left,
You ever get craze for candy, don't take a strangers candy,
Open a strangers candy, those are the strangest candys,
I'm your rider, your guider, pusher, provider,
But most of all I'm your father and I'm just looking out for you,
When there's a problem, man I'm just looking out for you,
I'm not talking man, I'm just pulling out for you,
The ford, a sword, the hood'll come out for you,
And what I'm about to do, you shouldn't go out and do,
You just make sure your good to me, you good to mom,
Respect your elders, you grow to be good and strong,

[chorus]
I gotta little boy to look after,
I gotta little boy to look after,
[said] I gotta little boy to look after,
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard [x2]

[verse 3]
I raise you up in the sky, like behold,
The only thing greater then I, YOU, my greatest achievement,
F*** a platinum plaque, this is history in the making, believe it,
Without you I can't make or succeed s***,
I can't think, I can't wake up and eat s***,
You the reason, that I'm breathin,
And I will stop at any moment to see this, child live a better life,
Wow its a better life, but you better throw down if you ever fight,
Like Rocky do, don't be no punk when its time to get up and put on your boxing shoes,
You lace em up tight, you fall, get up fight,
You lose, oh well, we all lose some fights,
Just be a man about yours, life is all about handling yours,
So you just keep handling yours.

[chorus]
I gotta little boy to look after,
I gotta little boy to look after,
[said] I gotta little boy to look after,
And if I die then my child'll be a bastard [x2]

I been paying attention to what's going on out there man (yep) I been watching you niggaz stealing my ways and shit (uh-huh) And it's getting out of control now (out of control) I'ma telling you du.. I been paying attention to what's going on out there man (yep) I been watching you niggaz stealing my ways and shit (uh-huh) And it's getting out of control now (out of control) I'ma telling you dudes like I tell my woman (listen) Don't watch me, watch TV This is pay-per-view you gotta pay for this Aye! [Verse 1] First, let me take time to brush my shoulders off Wait...I had to dust my shoulders off Thanks, y'all been waiting, been patient, been anxious Now I herefore bring back me, your greatness (yes) The rap Ali, jab I weave Then come back with the same jab times three I blow smoke to the heaven I'm so close to perfection Rap's one big casino, I'm plotting Ocean Eleven (ay) I might have sold the least But I still manage to be most feared by most emcees (good) Who holding me Who close to me For sho papi, nobody yeah that's how it's supposed to be Now listen you can either comprehend it or compliment it It's all authentic (yep) But you better believe whatever I say Guess what you can bet it all I meant it (AYE) [Hook] Mic check one two one two (one two) Mic check one two one two (one two) Mic check one two what is this Santana's back to business, let's go (ay) Mic check one two one two (check) Mic check one two one two (check) Mic check one two what is this Santana's back to business, let's go (Verse 2] Bad news, rap dudes, I'm back fools Give the thrown up, this is that jack move (jack move) Ha-choo I just sneezed and the track moved (ha-choo) God blessed me, yes that's true So bright, throw lights up for me For life married the game, throw rice up for me (yes) So nice, throw ice up for me (yes) Two pieces for B.I.G. and one piece for tha kid (yes) I am back yup put a stack up Let it down set it down now I'm 'bout to act up For you to get rid of me you'll need about 50 G's In army fatigues ready to bleed please believe (Wow) If you catch me pushing a whip It's a new coupe wit a lip Or something foreign I'll never forget Yes I'm the man bet I'm the man Am I here to save the day? Oh yes I definitely am [Hook] Mic check one two one two (one two) Mic check one two one two (one two) Mic check one two what is this Santana's back to business, let's go (ay) Mic check one two one two (check) Mic check one two one two (check) Mic check one two what is this Santana's back to business, let's go [Verse 3] Look homie quick homie Get a camera get a flick (yes) Get a load of this homie I spit homie the flow so sick homie Once again I'm back this is it homie The album's done, which mean the album's coming Spent a while but (fuck) it This time around I'm fronting I done styled and stunted I done wild in public I done paid my dues Did my hundred miles and running Now I'm back (ay)..

Cold sweats from bad dreams
I hope the Feds don't grab the team
'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers
We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up

Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us
Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us
And outlaws is what it made us
We live the fast life and so we ball out major

Until I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride
And due to my political ties
I can't roll around without the drip in the ride

And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya
You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya
You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare
Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nike

Boy, you talk about my life here
Fuck wit OG's that put dice in the mirror
And they tell me that life's but a gamble
The media will turn your whole life into a scandal

Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

And guess what? He can never take me alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

Poured off Bentley, looking like steroids
Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy
Maserati lookin' like a shark on land
Neiman Marcus edition, contraband

Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and
Five thousand spent on pants, man
Bitches love it, niggas want it
So bad they wanna take it but I kill 'em for it

Believe me, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge
You better stay out the forest, warning
It's Santana he fucks
Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks

I see you clear, my antennas is up
And that hand-scale is still in my pocket
What you want? Dough boys in the trap, where ya at?
Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good?

Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit
Well, come meet the man that's stamping them bricks
Fly wit' the Byrds or lie wit' the dirt
Your corpse, flies will emerge

Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

And guess what? He can never take me alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer
Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster
And now do you wanna ride or die?
Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky

I'm drunk staring be, I need therapy
The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy
Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo
I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll

My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar
And it'll all come back, like grams of the hard
You heard of us, the murders, the most shady
Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me

They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants
When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing
They try to catch me out of bounds
They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town

A thug changes and love changes
And since 9 11, the price of the drugs changes

Put my emotions aside 'cause they can never take my alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

And guess what? He can never take me alive
I'm a ride and don't cry
'Cause momma raised hell of a thug
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

<i>[Max B]</i>
Byrd Gang club banger
Tryna holla at ya shorty
One focus, one focus only
I'm tryna hit that thang!
Let's go

<i>[Max B]</i>
WE MAKE HITS IN THE STUDIO NIGHTLY, WE OUT TRYNA GET THIS MONEYYYYYYYYYYYY (Tryna Get it)
WE TAKE TRIPS IN THE WINTER IN JET PLANES, IN THE CLIMATES WHERE IT'S SUNNYYYYYYY (MIA)
WE GOT MAMI ON THE DANCE FLOOR GRINDIN TO THE BEAT, TIPSY OFF THE BUBBLYYYYYYY (BUBBLY)
BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY, YOUR FRIEND IN THE PLAY....I'M TRYNA PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEYYYY!

<i>[Verse 1: Jim Jones]</i>
It goes Yes Yes Y'all-ing (b-boy boys), fresh to death balling (BALLLLLINNNN!)...
you can play hard under pressure, I'm scoring (swish!)
They playing tight D (uh huh), play the paint like a G (boxed out)...
and some say they gangsta's but they ain't like me (not at all!)
I came from an environment (uh huh), 'caine I was frying it (bricks)...
then hit the dealer, see the Range I was buying it (it's nothing!)
We don't test drive (uh huh), buy the whole whip like you should (fuck a lease!)...
cheffin' up pies, a whole brick like you should
Then take the proceeds, waste about 4 G's (balling)...
buy bottles in the club, tryna get the older skeez (gettin twisted!)
I'm tryna get the dame to breeze....
but she putting up a fight like Laila Ali (and what's ya name nigga?!)
I told the lady I be...
doing the turnpike, eighty in a fly V (WHAT ELSE?!)
Middle name "forty on the wrist"
last name "you can't afford me bitch!" get a camcorder bitch! (YEAH!)

<i>[HOOK]</i>

<i>[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]</i>
Case is a Perryay Rose (yep!)
look like Picasso painted on the bottle (haha)
We throwing money we looking like Lotto (you see it)
I could cover chicks with cheese like nacho's
Fly out the cold (cold), land in the heat (where?)
New York to Miami Beach (yeah)
Bitch I live the life of a hood-star
rock-star without the gui-tar got em all rubbing they push-bra (AWWWWW)
Got em all shaking they tush like
I'mma give em a taste of the good life (nope!)
But I'll give em a taste of the good liquor
a taste of that good bud, next thing you know she be tasteing of my good UHHHHHHHHHH!
I get money, be quiet....you talking to the Jolly Green Giant
I see it, I like it, I buy it baby
I'm flyer than a pilot flying at his highest, climate

<i>[HOOK]</i>

<i>[Verse 3: Cam'ron]</i>
WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? UP TO NO GOOD
WHERE MY HOOOMIIIIIIIES? YEP, I'M SO HOOD
Uh...What up pimpin pimpin? (what up pimpin!)
I'm exec already (fuck that!)
See my hoes are like my plates...temporary (out of here)
I ignore ya, beat it (beat it), move more strategic (strategic)
The marble's mad yep, the floors are heated (in other words)
Cam half pound a quarter key it (key it)
better ask 'round soon they'll need a Mac round, enjoy the scenic
In the ninety's Z3's, BB's now in the crib TV's watch TV
(flat screens watch flat screens)
Killa killa more killing and then the kitty purs (meeeeow)...
fuck furs, his and hers, Bentley Spurs (that's a fact)
Gun talk real talk speak Mac to Mac (mac), we like the Pistons, Bulls...
you know back to back (back to back CHAMPS!)
Maesarati's back to back come ride with me
on 1100 not the bike....two 550's!
KILLA!

<i>[HOOK]</i>

Verse 1:
Yo yall niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle
I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle
Show a nigga know yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem
since rich and poor, you don't know, get to know
Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy Jones rock and jock
Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch
It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot,
Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot
Me and my codie on a O-Z, we go rock for rock,
Me and my codie on a role we go rock for rock,
You souped up, think I'm easy to touch,
Then you been watchin' a little bit of TV, too much,
Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times
On the corner still, like I ain't got a dime
Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap,
Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of that crack

Chorus:
Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch,
Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch,
New York baby, for you matchbox nigga'z
Take away the french fry, snack box niggaz

Verse 2:
I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain
Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the range
(Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw she's part of my chain
Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain
Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back
The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad
Like Joe on the run, put his fuckin P O it's done
Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns
Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of them guys
Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives
Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the South
Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out
Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out
hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route
Back on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the street
Tour over motherfucka let's get back on our feet

Chorus 2x

Verse 3: Un (whispering)
Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh it's un bitch
CEO joint bitches, punk bitches
I'mma let you know so you get it right
I don't rap nigga but I'mma spit it right
Make a nigga, go to church and pray
Nigga'z first day, and his first deal
leased his first beamer now yall tussle
2 against 4, now on yall youngsta'z
gone respond, walk out the rusty
car, what y'all stand on, fuck the tabloids
Y'all little men, I be Un man
??? Charli Baltimore and Lil' Kim
And yall can't see these flows,
If you wanna be stars see the CEO

chorus

(feat. Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Hell Rell, JR Writer, 40 Cal & Unkasa)

Intro
I dont care what yall say, what yall do, but yall better rep harlem until the goddamn music is through. Mr C. lets do it

(Juelz Santana)
All eyes on the honorable (who)
Dipset, back to the grill again live at the barbeque
(?) All my niggaz ride like a carnival
Heat drawn all you niggaz lie like carpet do
Get up and get ready, what up the kids ready
Now that Im back the game is fucked the bitch let me
You front, u stunt, You get heat clown
Yeah punks jump up to get beat down

(Jim Jones)
Now eight years ago, I played the bench wit dimes
Everybody on my corner is gettin bent off dimes
Sittin back, sippin yak tryna get us some sneakers
Sittin back in the Lac puffin nickels of reefer
(?) on the strip in the midst of the drug trade
(?) Im watchin for (?) in midst of the drug raid
But niggaz gotta eat its like my stomach is touchin back
New York rider for u suckerz that fuckin asked

(Hell Rell)
Now can I kick it yes I can
They wanna know if Im G'd up, Yes i am
Look Ive overpaid my dues
I almost made the news
Block kind of hot but the cocaine gon move
If I was a brick u wouldnt know what to do wit me
You'd probably pick me up get a stem and start using me
Nobody built me, I made myself
And you dont know how to shoot guns you grazed yourself

(J.R. Writer)
I was a fiend
Before I became a teen
I was dreams tossed for the latest beams (urrh)
Made me cream cuz Aye
They kept the powder in the tray way before it was Maybelene
Im in to major stacks, Major stats, Hate on that
Cam holla'd cuz imma bring his label plaques
That aint made of plaque WHOA
Your jewlry aint gold, You copped your jewlry from Hov They all fade to black

(Un Kasa)
I keep a nine in my dresser
Lyrical proffessor
Keep u under pressure
Aint a nigga better
Mind like a computer Six rugers
Get your fam go to war with six shooters
I fuck bitches in coupes they straight Hooters
Get head and thank Buda
(?) and sip Lua
I go hard you runnin with State Troopers
My niggaz straight shotters, Cock back and straight shootCha

(Mr C.)
Not in my book never that nigga, I told yall niggas to go till the fuckin Beat stopped. When (?) I had Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Hell Rell, J.R. Writer, Un Kasa,

(feat. Juelz Santana)

[Juelz Santana]
It's santana's town all over again baby
DIPSET DIPSET
DIPSET DIPSET
DIPSET DIPSET

[Juelz Santana]
Yo I be with the rudest of rude, who move when I move
A platoon of bafoons, boom boom
And my bitches they be movin' balloons
Zoom zoom, when the car come I'm movin' on through
You know the mack'll spit I'm so fuckin' imaginant
Coke come in packages, I'm doper then the average kids
In the coupe I'm stuntin', with no roof I'm stuntin'
My hoes back that ass up like I'm Luke or somethin'
Daddy Duke or somethin', 2 live crew or somethin'
They pop that pussy pop pop that pussy baby
I'm a rockin' rollin' rollin' rockin' hold 'em poppin'
More shots then a shook can of soda poppin'
Now how that taste man, get in your face man
That was personal imagine for some cake, damn!
For that green dog, I'm a mean dog
I'm a boom boxin'tool poppin' machine dog
I smoke weed dog, in Houston they lean dog
Miami them wolves is out, you moved it they move you out
Yeah thats the rules they bout, and thats how they movin' out

(Break)
Ladies and Gentlemen Ladies and Gentlemen
(DIPSET DIPSET)
Form a line form a line
(DIPSET DIPSET)
It's time to move
I couldnt find a better or appropiate time to do this
(DIPSET DIPSET)
So like I said please people form a line
(DIPSET DIPSET)

[Chorus]
It's the set up (yeah) throw up you set up (yeah)
Ladies (Aoww) Fellas (yeah) DIPSET DIPSET
It's the set up (yeah) throw up you set up (yeah)
Ladies (Aoww) Fellas (yeah) DIPSET DIPSET

[Juelz Santana]
Okay lets get it started y'all, and I ain't talkin bout no party y'all
I'm talkin down south mardigraw
And no beads unless, I see some breast, I see some sex
It's piece and necks, get your knees correct
Then you already know
Go go go go go then shake it down the break it down
OH! I like it like that, you know I like it like that
She likes it like that, I know she likes it like that
All around her face man I drowned her face
How that sound and taste, shit, like a pound of cake
I ain't down to wait, I need my mullah now
All this "bulla" now (not later) I'll shoot ya now
My gun a foot long it also cook raw
360 degrees of cooked corn

(Break)%0

Yeah..
Its like no days off with this shit man, Come on

(Verse 1)
Crime rate back up, my mind stay backed up
Just opened a new spot, the line stay backed up
Piece still workin good, police still jerk the hood
Keesh still boof her break, come home and work it good
I still got that big ass goose down
case I ever gotta bring that big ass tool round
This shit is just one big ass zoo now, zoo town
Who knows who gon' be gunnin you down
I stay on heavy alert
Cause I know plenty of jerks, wish me bad and send me the worse (yeah)
Send me the curse--but I told ya I'm a soldier
Rather be buried than hurt (shit), I'd rather be buried in dirt
Without a tombstone, just plenty of dirt (yeah)
That'll work, before the day I ever say
"Son I can't feed you, son I can't please you."
You'll never be the son of that evil
Cause I'll become somethin that evil, dumpin that Eagle
It's all chess moves, make ya best move
Cause the wrong one will cause you a flesh wound
And a wise man told me
"Don't date the days, cause a date don't change the days"
And flippin pages don't change the page
All that does is change the page (shit)
And that why we hold heat in these cold streets
Cause negros creep, I can't be low key
And these police, lean on me
Tell me I gotta pay, give 'em green or heat
Gon' take me to the bing for free
And my bail gon' be more than Chi-Ali's (yeah)
That's how these coppers work, they all rotten jerks
Pigs, Uncle Toms and some Papa Smurfs

Thats how it goes down man
Still on the block, still doin' what the fuck we do
Told you it's no days off
You sleep, you gone
Yeah

(Verse 2)
Now I'm sittin in this room stuffed, all boomed up (shit)
Not knowin what's who or who's what
I won't drink, so I'm sippin the water
High as fuck and my vision is tore up
And then I heard--I looked up and thought I saw B.I.G. in the corner
Then I knew the agenda, get it in order
But I was so used to givin the order, him gettin the order
His man delivers the order (yeah)
I'm all for this beef shit, it's war when the heat spit
Fact is, all we good for is this beef shit (yeah)
And so hood at this, so good at this
Coke pushin shit, shit, why would I quit?
You'll never see an easier dollar than when a fiend bring a dollar
Long as youre keepin that product (yup)
And I'm keepin that product, I dont gotta re-stock up
Let a drop come, I'm eatin the block up
I'm sellin weight customers packs
They fiendin the cop stuff and I know the drill, yeah I know it's real
You don't wanna have to shut down ya spot
And have ya fiends have to come down the block
Stop complanin, shut up now and cock (take that)
Cause I will set up down the block
And your strip'll be mine, ya Nicks'll be Dimes
I will set up now and rock

Nigga, I told you man
Take a day off, you fuckin slippin nigga
And real niggaz don't do that
You follow me?
Follow me
Ha ha (Yeah) Dipset bitch
It's a new movement goin on
Killa, Jim Jones, Freeky, JR...Bezel...Okay
It's all fallin into place!

[JUElZ SANtANA]
Ohhh.. ohkay.. santana.. you act like guys dont go through this.. dipset holla at cha boii.. yeaa.. ohkayy...KEEP MOViNN

[Ch0RUS]
What the hell is this i see
This cant be happenin to me
What kind of life is this (ohhh)
I feel like im going to cry some more
Cause i cant see my baby no more
And i never felt before

[VERSE 1]
We used to have the best sex
Back seat of the car
With your feet up on the head rest
We used to do whateva, wheneva
While i drove on the wrong side of the road (yea)
Damn girl you were my down chick
My pretty brown, and round chick
Law school attendent, intelligent
You one all da cats were hatin
Cause i was 18 and you were 23 (yea)
Couldnt understand expecally we had
I need you girl wont you come back
Cause i miss the special times
Ill be waitin home till you come back

[Ch0RUS]
What the hell is this i see
This cant be happenin to me
What kind of life is this (ohhh)
I feel like im going to cry some more
Cause i cant see my baby no more
And i never felt before

[JUElZ SANtANA]
(ohkay.. its santana.. let me talk to you.. yupp)

Yo im like where da hell did my lady go?
Where da hell did my baby go?
Im grown now im like where da hell did da 80's go?
Where da hell did i slip up at?
How da hell can i get ha back?
I do anything, run a mile and spin a lap
Run around and spit on cap
Puff a pounds and my weigh colapse
Cruz the city
A hundred townz till i get ha back
Shit im down to do a hundred miles of runnin fo ya
Hundred miles of lovin
Wid a hundred (something)
Please dont make me run a hundred miles fo nothin
I just want to start it new
I just want your heart and truth
I just want to be stable, lable to honor you
(( what the hell is this i see ))
Da real part in you
Baby we change that
Lady we re-arange
Maybe you see the mayback
Maybe we can arange that
Maybe we can just lay back
Roll a blunt and jus blaze back
Load a gun with the safe back
[Aii]

[Ch0RUS]
What the hell is this i see
This cant be happenin to me
What kind of life is this (ohhh)
I feel like im going to cry some more
Cause i cant see my baby no more
And i never felt before

I Made You!
Yes I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I Made You!
I Made You!
I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!

Theres no batteries in my back
I show you niggas how I move (Move Echo)
50 ain't gangsta
Lloyd Banks ain't gangsta
Yayo ain't gangsta
Young Buck, you know you ain't gangsta

You at what you niggas made
Ain't that a bitch
Created a monster
Kicked me outta G-Unit
Put me in converse
Matter of fact give me a dick
Just like Olivia so you can suck my shit
Gimme a pen
So I can be the hardest in the click
Wind me up nigga then gimme some lips
So I can talk about ya faggot
Niggas aint no thugs
While im at it tell Young Buck gimme some white gloves
So I can cover my fingerprints in ya blood
I need a get away car you can put it on dubs
Make sure its got a stash for the 38 snub
And a Banks album cuz thats where I got my buds
Gimme muscles like 50
Gimme Yayo hands
Gimme a collection plate for Ma$e fans
Gimme some glasses so I can watch Mason dance
Who movin? You singing?
Nigga gimme ya fans
Gimme a tattoo tear
Gimme some ears so i can hear police talkin when you disappear

I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
Mr. Potato Head
I Made you
Yes, I Made you
Mr. Potato Head I Made you!
I Made you
I Made You!
Mr. Potato Head I Made you! (You Echo)

Theres no batteries in my back
I show you niggas how I move.

Yayo: And I'd like to thank game cuz hes mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.. a put together gangsta!

Rolling through Connecticut
In a stolen mini-van
Stop at his house
I dont see many men
Matter of fact I dont see any men
One plain clothed cop call him Lieutenant Dan
Officer why ya man tryna beat up my fans?
Makin me 5 times platinum wasnt part of his plan
Same shit same snitch
You know how it goes
I smell a rat even if you take off my nose
And i bet every quarter in your piggy bank
Lloyd told N.Y.P.D. who got 50 shanked
Next time when the lights go out
I'm pulling a desert eagle when the knives come out
Watch that man get ta tussling and the mice run out
Don't gamble with ya life when my dice roll out

I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
Mr Potato Head I Made you!
Yes I Made you
Mr Potato Head I Made you!
I Made you!
I Made You!
Mr Potato Head I Made you!

Theres no batteries in my back
I show you Niggas how I move (Move Echo)
50 aint gangsta
Lloyd Banks aint gangsta
Yayo aint gangsta
Young Buck you know you aint gangsta

(Phat Rat talks)
G-G-G-G-G.... NOT!
You bitch ass niggas
Check this out man
I'm not gonna be playing these mother fucking games
Mr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian nigga
This shit is R-E-A-L nigga!
Real nigga
Black wall street
Wait wait
Like I told you last time
It's THE black wall street you bitch ass nigga
And Oliv... Excuse me OLIVER!
You punk mother fucker
I'm still taking heat from my niggas
For looking at your mother fuckin' ass nigga
You somebodys son
You bitch ass Nigga
I'ma catch up to your ass nigga
Muscle mouth ass bitch
Thats alright though nigga

G-U-Not nigga

This is black wall street nigga
Tell me where you at
Thats all we need to know nigga
Cus this is real nigga
This is the streets nigga
Brazil & Wilmington nigga
In case you didn't know nigga
Thats right in the heart of COMPTON
You Bitch ass nigga
And Olivia
Get that mother fucking lil' ass red
Mother fucking shorts off your mother fucking ass on that video
Everybody can you see your balls bitch
' The fuck is wrong with you
My Niggas know I tried to holla at your bitch ass nigga
Ima fuck you up nigga
It's your fault
50 Snitch
This is Phat Rat nigga
In case you forgot nigga
Double!

Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I kill who is my enemy
I don't give a fuck
If you talk shit
I make you a follower yeah
You crack me up kid
Your stupid
I'm much more agile then ever
Got more style so yo whatever
Whatever
Whatever (Echoes)

(Juelz Santana)
Yo who that
(Ja)
Me,it's Ja

(Juelz Santana)
Ja, Come in man
What up Ja, what's poppin

(Ja)
What up Uncle Ju Ju
You know Im five years old now right

(Juelz Santana)
Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good

(Ja)
It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph

(Juelz Santana)
What, she asked for my autograph in the class

(Ja)
I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that

(Juelz Santana)
you crazy man say word

(Ja)
word

(Juelz Santana)
you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that

(Ja)
I said a dipset bitch

(Juelz Santana)
a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least

(Ja)
you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school

(Juelz Santana)
word

(Ja)
not cause you that nigga

(Juelz Santana)
why

(Ja)
but bacause im that nigga
you all i talk about

(Juelz Santana)
that's what's up that's what's up

(Ja)
some of the kids can hardly talk

(Juelz Santana)
yeah word

(Ja)
there fore you gotta make it happen
know what im talkin bout

(Juelz Santana)
yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know

(Ja)
word uncle Ju Ju

(Juelz Santana)
yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean

(Ja)
that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight

(Juelz Santana)
aight

(Ja)
other than that I just wanna tell you I love you

(Juelz Santana)
aww i love you too man

(Ja)
wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go

(Juelz Santana rapping)
Now that I've got your attention
(Repeat x5)
Im what the games been missing
What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in
Im what the games been missing

I make music I consider a challenge
Like this here, reminds me of Gilligan's Island
And that reminds of Harlem, where my niggaz is whylin
The only borough that was built on an island, woah
You fucks probably ain't know, if they cut off the bridges
We'd be stuck, forced to live on the Island
But we gangstas, riders, 9/11 survivors
Niggaz still want beef than holla
You think you bout it, get your piece and holla
Squeze the piece when I think it's problems, do you follow?
A young Muhammad Atta, no plane lessons, cocaine lessons, just a plot of towers
Before they crashed and divided the towers
I'm hurtin' working hard to reprovide the towers, like
Bring 'em back up, lift 'em back up
Niggaz back up, or lift us back up
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Y'all can't fuck with me, okay
Now let me hear you say, OKAY
It's Santana the great again, tie him up, bandana his face again
I tried to tell 'em it's no escaping the basics
And no escaping the hatred and no escaping the matrix man
Only Neo is me, no Cleo can see my future, if she did I'd shoot her
They tried to say the mission was impossible
I came through, crew did it, got it poppin' too
Two bitches on my side both prostitutes
Gray smoke, mobster's suit, yeah they get it poppin' too
I get my ace holes chopped in two, dimes, quarters, rocks in two
The fiends cop it too
Yeah, look at 'em rockin' two, rockin' boat, Rock n' Jock
Stop and plot, hot a BLDAT
Fucka, this nigga gotta stop, out of sight, out of mind
He gotta go, he out of line: 2x
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, Okay, Okay
Okay, Okay, Okay
Y'all can't fuck with me, OKAY

(feat. Ron Browz, Juelz Santana)

[Intro: Ron Browz]
Ether boy!!!! Hey!!!!

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!

[Verse 1: Ron Browz]
We need more bottles tell ma hurry up
Tell 'em Ron Browz here hottest in America
Gimme sixteen bars and you know I tear it up
Know it's me when you see this fur in your area
And she call me all night cause you can get it up
On my neck on my wrist everything is litted up
Drinkin bottles of that Clique 'till I spit it up
Only get one life so you gotta live it up
(HEY!!!) If you in the things I'm in
Shorty we can be friends, shorty we can be friends
Right now, I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance

[Verse 2: Jim Jones (*Ron Browz)]
When I go to the dealer you know I cop that (What's that?)
Brand new 'rarri and the roof drop back (The 60)
Came through Harlem like the Rooftop back (AIYYO!!!)
Money in the bank man you know don't stop that (Stop that stop that stop that!!!)
(*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Now we tryin to get up in the club
(*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Try to tell me no cause I'm rollin with the thugs
(We got money bitch!!!) Until I flash a couple of dollars (Yep!)
Tell 'em we only want tables and we buyin out the bottles
(*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Y'all know the order
Tell 'em ten Rose's and a few cold waters (Right!!!)
Only Petron and a couple of lemons (Let's go)
Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in the denims (What else)
We standin on couches, a couple of women (Hey baby)
We was ballin hard it was just the ninth inning (Early)
He told shorty we could be friends (Yep)
And your friends could meet with my friends (What else)
And we could do this on the weekend or on the weekday
We could do this on the freeway and get in the freak way
SHIT!!! We could get in on three way (Oh)
Blackberry two way, souped up cars on the thruway (Yep)
We superstars no Lupe, we could do this like a duet
But y'all be the singers on the mic, wait let me dim the lights
This was in the car while I was stoppin at the light

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
Baby I wanna see you work (Go) See you dance (Go)
Without no shirt, without those pants
Pop champagne ain't a damn thing change
Spray it in the air make it champagne rain
Buckets of ice keep the champagne cool
Mami got a body see that damn thing move
It's no sex in the champagne room
Says who? Baby I'll break all rules
Bring it here and I'll break off you
She see me in V.I.P. and wanna break on through
When she with you she lyin but she fake it
When she with me she like it she never fake it

[Bridge: Ron Browz]
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance

[Chorus: Ron Browz]
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!
OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!

Ay, here we go ! Collipark
What, What, What`s the senario?
me and mario coming through your stereo
So young so fly so rich
i know you gotta hate this!

Mario:
heey, let me watch
i don`t wana take a minute shorty let me watch
heey, let me watch
i don`t wana take a minute shorty let me watch

I can be all the man you
wanna come home and talk to
come let me take those right off you
wanna do anything you need

If you just, breathe
open up, please
let me watch, please
let me watch, you

Pillow cases by the hot fire place
watch the bubbles over lap
while i pour it in the glass
i came here to watch you baby to watch you
don`t be afraid of the cops
cause baby i got you

Better yet, go and get up
i ain`t gone tell you again
Won`t you stand over here
and let me see what it is
and maybe my taste will put your rotation
and show you why i couldn`t wait to get to the crib
Damn, you feel so good to me
i figured i should just take some time
and only do what a man need to do
and a man ain`t gonna keep this woman
please

What you want again?
wanna make sure that you come again
wanna be the one you call again
to fufill all your needs

I can be all the man you
wanna come home and talk to
come let me take those right off you
wanna do anything you need

If you just, breathe
open up, please
let me watch, please
let me watch

I can be all the man you
wanna come home and talk to
come let me take those right off you
wanna do anything you need

If you just, breathe
open up, please
let me watch, please
let me watch, you

No, she`s ghetto
keepin` it ghetto
birthday suit baby all is the letgo
baby come here, (baby baby)
come here


and let me give you what a hommie wouldn`t name again
don`t be scared about it
go on and put your hands around it
damn you put your hands around it
girl what you doin?

If i play with that, (think about it)
Do that lil, (thing around it)
don`t you dare try to leave without it,
just can`t see what you doin`

Don`t, Don`t take it off
baby don`t, (take it off)
you can take as much time as you want
take it off
trust i won`t hit that
i`d be gone
just fufill all your needs

I can be all the man you
wanna come home and talk to
come let me take those right off you
wanna do anything you need

If you just, breathe
open up, please
let me watch, please
let me watch, you

Juelz:
Ay! Damn shorty got it goin` on
From her head to her clothes
how she throw it on
but im tryna see her take it off
it`s like football,
i plan on going long
huh! i plan on going deep
your the ground,
im the casket,
im going six feet
yea baby im a fully-loaded freak
one in the head,
don`t make me besoft my piece
Dem other dudes soft like sheets
Me? im trying to get you on my sheets
yea !
the back of her shorts say pink
oh, those victoria secret`s
and i know how to keep a secret
so i won`t tell nobody what we did
but we can chill and pop heavy bottles
We can ride in the phantom,
while the bently follows

I can be all the man you
wanna come home and talk to
come let me take those right off you
wanna do anything you need

If you just, breathe
open up, please
let me watch, please
let me watch, you

ohhh, let me watch you!
cause i can be the man
you wanna come home to baby
that`ll do anything you need
ooh baby
ooh please
let me watch you

Let me talk to you
Tell you how it is
I was thinkin when I saw
that body gotta get shawty
Tell her what the young boy gon do

Damn them chicks wit chu gotta be okay
Babe pretty thick wit the kick
that's sick that need to be hit
So tell me what ya'll gon do

I got friends, and you got friends
They hop out, and you hop in
I look fly, and they jockin
The way you drop,
drop makes me wanna pop

I got friends, and you got friends
They hop out, and you hop in
I look fly, and they jockin
The way you drop,
drop makes me wanna pop

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't...
Let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't...
Let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it

You'll see
Girl I can set you off
Don't believe my age is gonna slow us down
I can definitly show you things
that's gon have you sayin I can't be 16

Once I get in you won't wanna go (and I...)
I'll have yo girls wishin they were you (and I...)
I know your heard about me,
but guess what's goin down if we leave

I got friends, and you got friends
They hop out, and you hop in
I look fly, and they jockin
The way you drop,
drop makes me wanna pop

I got friends, and you got friends
They hop out, and you hop in
I look fly, and they jockin
The way you drop,
drop makes me wanna pop

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't...
Let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't...
Let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it

Girl you feel right (Feel right)
Make me feel like... (feel like...)
I wanna do a little somethin
(do a little somethin)
Ain't no thing let you do it fo sho

Girl the way that your wearin them
jeans is turnin me on
I'm the hottest thing thats in these
streets so baby won't you rock me...

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't...
Let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't...
Let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it

oooh, oooh, oooh, ooh -

Ay, here we go ! Collipark
What, What, What`s the senario?
me and mario coming through your stereo
So young so fly so rich
i know you gotta hate this!

Mario:
heey, let me watch
i don`t wana take a minute shorty let me watch
heey, let me watch
i don`t wana take a minute shorty let me watch

I can be all the man you
wanna come home and talk to
come let me take those right off you
wanna do anything you need

If you just, breathe
open up, please
let me watch, please
let me watch, you

Pillow cases by the hot fire place
watch the bubbles over lap
while i pour it in the glass
i came here to watch you baby to watch you
don`t be afraid of the cops
cause baby i got you

Better yet, go and get up
i ain`t gone tell you again
Won`t you stand over here
and let me see what it is
and maybe my taste will put your rotation
and show you why i couldn`t wait to get to the crib
Damn, you feel so good to me
i figured i should just take some time
and only do what a man need to do
and a man ain`t gonna keep this woman
please

What you want again?
wanna make sure that you come again
wanna be the one you call again
to fufill all your needs

I can be all the man you
wanna come home and talk to
come let me take those right off you
wanna do anything you need

If you just, breathe
open up, please
let me watch, please
let me watch

I can be all the man you
wanna come home and talk to
come let me take those right off you
wanna do anything you need

If you just, breathe
open up, please
let me watch, please
let me watch, you

No, she`s ghetto
keepin` it ghetto
birthday suit baby all is the letgo
baby come here, (baby baby)
come here


and let me give you what a hommie wouldn`t name again
don`t be scared about it
go on and put your hands around it
damn you put your hands around it
girl what you doin?

If i play with that, (think about it)
Do that lil, (thing around it)
don`t you dare try to leave without it,
just can`t see what you doin`

Don`t, Don`t take it off
baby don`t, (take it off)
you can take as much time as you want
take it off
trust i won`t hit that
i`d be gone
just fufill all your needs

I can be all the man you
wanna come home and talk to
come let me take those right off you
wanna do anything you need

If you just, breathe
open up, please
let me watch, please
let me watch, you

Juelz:
Ay! Damn shorty got it goin` on
From her head to her clothes
how she throw it on
but im tryna see her take it off
it`s like football,
i plan on going long
huh! i plan on going deep
your the ground,
im the casket,
im going six feet
yea baby im a fully-loaded freak
one in the head,
don`t make me besoft my piece
Dem other dudes soft like sheets
Me? im trying to get you on my sheets
yea !
the back of her shorts say pink
oh, those victoria secret`s
and i know how to keep a secret
so i won`t tell nobody what we did
but we can chill and pop heavy bottles
We can ride in the phantom,
while the bently follows

I can be all the man you
wanna come home and talk to
come let me take those right off you
wanna do anything you need

If you just, breathe
open up, please
let me watch, please
let me watch, you

ohhh, let me watch you!
cause i can be the man
you wanna come home to baby
that`ll do anything you need
ooh baby
ooh please
let me watch you

Just let it die
With no goodbyes
Details don't matter
We both paid the price
Tears in my eyes
You know sometimes
It'd be like that baby
Now every time I see you
I pretend I'm fine
When I want to reach out to you
But I turn around
And I let it ride
Baby I must confess
We were bigger than anything
Remember us at our best
And don't forget about...

Late nights, playing in the dark
And waking up inside my arms
Boy you'll always be in my heart and
I can see it in your eyes
You still want it
So don't forget about us
I'm just speaking from experience
Nothing can compare to your first true love
So I hope this will remind you
When it's for real, it's forever
So don't forget about us

Oh they say
That you're in a new relationship
But we both know
Nothing comes close to
What we had, it perseveres
That we both can't forget it
How good we used to get it
There's only one me and you
And how we used to shine
No matter what you go through
We are one, that's a fact
That you can't deny
So baby we just can't let
The fire pass us by
Forever we'd both regret
So don't forget about

Late nights, playing in the dark
And waking up inside my arms
Boy you'll always be in my heart and
I can see it in your eyes
You still want it
So don't forget about us
I'm just speaking from experience
Nothing can compare to your first true love
So I hope this will remind you
When it's for real, it's forever
So don't forget about us

And if she's got your head all messed up now
That's the trickery
She'll wanna have like you know how this lovin' used to be
I bet she can't do it like me
She'll never be MC

Late nights, playing in the dark
And waking up inside my arms
Boy you'll always be in my heart and
I can see it in your eyes
You still want it
So don't forget about us
I'm just speaking from experience
Nothing can compare to your first true love
So I hope this will remind you
When it's for real, it's forever
So don't forget about us

Late nights, playing in the dark
And waking up inside my arms
Boy you'll always be in my heart and
I can see it in your eyes
You still want it
So don't forget about us
I'm just speaking from experience
Nothing can compare to your first true love
So I hope this will remind you
When it's for real, it's forever
So don't forget about us

Just let it die
With no goodbyes
Details don't matter
We both paid the price
Tears in my eyes
You know sometimes
It'd be like that baby
Now every time I see you
I pretend I'm fine
When I want to reach out to you
But I turn around
And I let it ride
Baby I must confess
We were bigger than anything
Remember us at our best
And don't forget about...

Late nights, playing in the dark
And waking up inside my arms
Boy you'll always be in my heart and
I can see it in your eyes
You still want it
So don't forget about us
I'm just speaking from experience
Nothing can compare to your first true love
So I hope this will remind you
When it's for real, it's forever
So don't forget about us

Oh they say
That you're in a new relationship
But we both know
Nothing comes close to
What we had, it perseveres
That we both can't forget it
How good we used to get it
There's only one me and you
And how we used to shine
No matter what you go through
We are one, that's a fact
That you can't deny
So baby we just can't let
The fire pass us by
Forever we'd both regret
So don't forget about

Late nights, playing in the dark
And waking up inside my arms
Boy you'll always be in my heart and
I can see it in your eyes
You still want it
So don't forget about us
I'm just speaking from experience
Nothing can compare to your first true love
So I hope this will remind you
When it's for real, it's forever
So don't forget about us

And if she's got your head all messed up now
That's the trickery
She'll wanna have like you know how this lovin' used to be
I bet she can't do it like me
She'll never be MC

Late nights, playing in the dark
And waking up inside my arms
Boy you'll always be in my heart and
I can see it in your eyes
You still want it
So don't forget about us
I'm just speaking from experience
Nothing can compare to your first true love
So I hope this will remind you
When it's for real, it's forever
So don't forget about us

Late nights, playing in the dark
And waking up inside my arms
Boy you'll always be in my heart and
I can see it in your eyes
You still want it
So don't forget about us
I'm just speaking from experience
Nothing can compare to your first true love
So I hope this will remind you
When it's for real, it's forever
So don't forget about us

Lil Wayne:
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me dat bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back
(yezziirr)
Check me out look
26 inches bitch 'im sittin' croocked. Old school chevy' faster den a silver bullet. Strawberry paint seats vanilla puddin' 2 bitches callin eachother pussy. Top chopped sent da car to a barbershop. My driveway looks somethin' like a parkin' lot. Im so unorthodox I got your bitch ridin' my dick wit no shox.
(Bounce bitch bounce bounce)
Im the hottest shit jumping out the coffe pot man im just tryin' to get my spot like a polka dot. Lil' cush make my eyes and my shoulders drop, lil syrup and I can make the soda pop, keep talkin n I can make my soldiers pop, real niggaz ridin' wit me till the motor' stop, I got these hoes straight livin' out the soap op. I got a couple like a coat on. (ok)

(chorus)
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me dat bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back


Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me dat bitches give me hugs and since im paid bitches be lovin' me they know I love em' back bitches be lovin' me they know I love em' back

Birdman:
Put the K in the car while we ridin' blazed, put the chop n the pussy in the driveway. Bet the house on the youngen n we got paid. Triple colors on the bikes n the new mercedes'. Bustin keys on they ass while we got paid. But my tens ridein' hot to an open bay, uptown made man out the hard way crap in the bucket 50 shots bitch make a way.
(like father like son)
Ball till' ya fall stuntin wit them paper plates, throw hundreds on them hoes while we eatin stakes. We in the club poppin' bottles like 'erday. We grind for the shine nigga getting' big money. Got a fleet tossin' chicken nigga get cake, im on his island with this power like scarface. Im in the impala dropped top chawwnky ice man birdman rockin' red monkeys

(chorus)
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me dat bitches give me hugs and since im paid niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back niggaz be muggin' me u know im muggin' back
Always strapped when I hit the club niggaz give me dat bitches give me hugs and since im paid bitches be lovin' me they know I love em' back bitches be lovin' me they know I love em' back