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

People say my theories is
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

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

Soaked 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, still in the
grindin', still dealing the cane
Still cockin' shit at your

Homie, I still smell the rotten people lay
in ground zero, forgotten, left in for days
Probably left there to stay, left to
pieces of towers, left in their graves

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

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 with your boy
Jones, killa, Freaky, fuck with your boy, whoa
It's Santana again nigga, no bandanas just him
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 nigga
Go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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