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

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

don't understand me
It's not logic, I'm not logic, I got
I worship the prophet, the great Muhammad Ali
For the words that he spoke, that like a bee

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

Homie, I still smell the rotten that lay
Down in zero, forgotten, left in for days
left there to stay, left to decay
Broken pieces of towers, left in their

I pray let be saved, till then, that's just a suggestion I make
You follow me homie, listen, I subjected my
To cocaine, that spray, at your face motherfucker
Santana the great motherfucker, in the place motherfucker
Stay away motherfucka 'cause I'm
Straight to the top motherfucka Diplomat
rock motherfucka

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

Now, come fuck with boy
Jones, killa, Freaky, come fuck with boy, whoa
It's Santana nigga, no bandanas just him nigga
In the motherfucka, like

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

I seen it time, and friendship
Well fuck it, friendships get ended, attended
Clips get lawyers get called, accountants get faxed
That was my man, well I wish that he it, fuck it

It's a long time, hearin' the mobsters
This overnight, it's years in the process
Shed a in the process, now process is over
All my niggaz get prepared for the

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

Hustling, a hobby
I sit in the lobby, look at my ovie, have of Gotti
Visions of lotties, of blood, scenes of L
I wanna see my son, in that potty

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

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

This right here touched my soul, man
My grandmother or something, 56 bless her
56 that is, 101, west 140th Street
Rest in peace Liddiah Giles, shed
get our shit now