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Roll call again baby...
I'm back in the, back in the, back in the
Juelz Santana, Aye, bitch
I all my soldiers and my block, man to stand up for me
It's that time, ya know

My hood, my city, my
Whatever you wanna it nigga, I ride
My town, my color, my
Whatever you wanna it nigga, I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
you wanna call it nigga, I'm bad
My building, my porch, my
Whatever you call it nigga

1-Juelz Santana]
Straight for paper, chaser
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta,
I my block is a crazy zoo, but it got me crazy glued (stuck)
I got to make moves, so I hustle the hardest (drugs)
I got no team, just a connect and a of partners
I my street niggas, my street niggas (yup)
I keep my niggas, my cheese niggas (yup)
I keep my beef niggas, my beef (yup)
And I keep my weed niggas, my weed
Keep business, businees, keep pleasure,

And I mix it, ever, ever
Yeah, the code of the street, eyes open, don't
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop...there go the
why you catch me moving through dolo
Moving through solo, steel weapon, reppin'...

[Verse 2-Hell
Niggas catchin' bodies in the hood (yup)
shootin' up a party in the hood (Uhn Hunh)
Mafia ties, I'm like in the hood
Tear the hoopti or the Mazaratti through the hood
Remember we used to play karate in the hood
Now my rims like ninja stars, nigga I been a star
I remember when I have shit to borrow
Now I could lend you a couple of
You hungry homie, you eat a couple of clips
Come through my strip, you niggas G'd up
'cause, we slingers, gang bangers,
And when it to squalie, we strangers
Plus, I keep my niggas, my thug niggas
I keep my blood niggas, my blood
it all, I aint no cheap ass nigga
I'm always gonna ride, 'cause I'ma weeks ave (yup)

[Verse 3-Juelz
I represent to the fullest (Oh yeah)
I represent the grind to the (Oh yeah)
I represent scar time, bar time, times (yeah)
Hard times to the fullest(oh
We need to have a man march again (yeah)
We need to have a million man up in, the White House
a million man arguement, like Bush why a million man starving in
My city, my town, my hood, you wanna call it nigga whats good
We ridahs, we rollers, we survivors, we
We don't under pressure, we relax under pressure
Most of all we don't rat pressure
We bang and we pitch crack till the cops shut us down...??????