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

People say my is backwards
I tell them, sincerely, clearly, you hearing me backwards
I tell 'em I'm great, but I need practice
I tell 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, stung like a bee

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

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

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

Oh yeah, I do this for my block
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, come fuck your boy, whoa
Santana again 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 it time, business and friendship
Well fuck it, friendships get ended, attended
Clips get extended get called, accountants get faxed
That was my man, well I that he meant it, fuck it

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

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

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 wanna see my son, piss in potty

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

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

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