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

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

They don't me
not logic, I'm not logic, I got problems
I worship the late prophet, the great 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, my brain
I'm grinding sharing my pain, shit, where is the
My niggaz, they rhyming, still in the game
grindin', still dealing the cane
Still cockin' shit at your

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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