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Roll time again baby...
I'm back in the, in the, back in the building
Santana, Aye, Dipset bitch
I need all my soldiers and my block, man to up for me
It's about that time, ya

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

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

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

[Verse Rell]
Niggas always catchin' bodies in the (yup)
Stay up a party in the hood (Uhn Hunh)
Mafia ties, I'm like in the hood
Tear the hoopti or the black through the hood
Remember when we used to karate in the hood
Now my rims look like ninja stars, nigga I been a
I remember when I didn't have to borrow
Now I could lend you a of clips
You hungry homie, you eat a couple of clips
through my strip, you gon' niggas G'd up
'cause, we slingers, gang bangers,
And it come to squalie, we strangers
Plus, I my thug niggas, my thug niggas
I keep my blood niggas, my niggas
Spend it all, I no cheap ass nigga
I'm always gonna ride, 'cause I'ma ave nigga (yup)

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