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Yuh dip set,
Luca, with your boy
Santana, with your boy
You know, I'm like Rocky again
My to fight

say my theories is backwards
I tell them, sincerely, it's clearly, you me backwards
I 'em I'm great, but still I need practice
I tell them to wait, go and quick

They don't me
not logic, I'm not logic, I got problems
I the late prophet, the great Muhammad Ali
For the words that he spoke, that stung a bee

into me, you fucker's will see
But still I'm insane, I'm rod man, my brain
I'm sharing my pain, shit, where is the fame
My niggaz, they still rhyming, in the game
Still grindin', still dealing the
Still cockin' shit at brain

Homie, I still the rotten people that lay
Down in ground zero, forgotten, left in for
Probably there to stay, left to decay
Broken pieces of towers, in their graves

I pray let them be saved, till then, just a suggestion I make
You me homie, listen, I subjected my ways
To cocaine, weapons that spray, at your motherfucker
It's Santana the motherfucker, in the place motherfucker
Stay away motherfucka I'm headed
to the top motherfucka Diplomat Taliban
Slash motherfucka

Oh yeah, I do this for my block
D train, Al Gator, pop
Young drugs, young twins, Bug
The I love, my niggaz, my thugs

Now, come fuck your boy
Jones, killa, Freaky, come fuck with your boy,
Santana again nigga, no bandanas just him nigga
In the flesh motherfucka,

Yeah, I can pass this, yo man I got to get out
Let's do it my nigga, touch my heart right here nigga
Go

I seen it time, and friendship
Well fuck it, friendships get ended, business
Clips get extended lawyers get called, get faxed
That was my man, well I that he meant it, fuck it

It's a long time, hearin' the mobsters
This ain't overnight, it's years in the
Shed a in the process, now process is over
All my get prepared for the Oscars

Back to the block, sharing a
Morris Malone, Sam Malone, preparing the vodka,
Hallelujah, no Allah, but respecting my Aki
He held me down, when it was getting Rocky

Hustling, a hobby
I sit in the lobby, look at my ovie, have visions of
Visions of lotties, pictures of blood, of L
I wanna see my son, piss in potty

Jimmy, I'm going to make sure your is real Rocky
See my plans are for term like Mr. Miyagi
Wax on, wax off, put our wax on, that wack off

Over some nights, I had fights over the
The roads to the lows, I knows it's like
Now, niggaz career over like Mike
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, over

This right here touched my soul, man
My grandmother or something, 56 her soul
Apartment 56 that is, 101, west 140th
Rest in peace Liddiah Giles, blood
Let's get our now