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

People say my theories is
I them, sincerely, it's clearly, you hearing me backwards
I tell 'em I'm great, but 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 late prophet, the great Ali
For the words that he spoke, that stung a bee

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hustling, isn't a
I sit in the lobby, look at my ovie, have visions of
Visions of lotties, pictures of blood, of L
I see my son, piss in that potty

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

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

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