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Yuh dip set,
Luca, fuck with boy
Santana, fuck with 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 still I practice
I tell them to wait, go and comeback

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

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

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

I pray let be saved, till then, that's just a suggestion I make
You me homie, listen, I subjected my ways
To cocaine, that spray, at your face motherfucker
It's Santana the great motherfucker, in the 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
Young drugs, twins, Shiest Bug
The I love, my niggaz, my thugs

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

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
fuck it, friendships get ended, business attended
Clips get extended lawyers get called, accountants get
was my man, well I wish that he meant it, fuck it

It's been a long time, the mobsters
This ain't overnight, years in the process
a tear in the process, now process is over
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 me down, when it was getting real Rocky

Hustling, a hobby
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 going to sure your wrist is real Rocky
See my are for long term like Mr. Miyagi
Wax on, wax off, put our wax on, that wack off

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

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