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

My hood, my city, my
Whatever you wanna call it nigga, I
My town, my color, my
Whatever you call it nigga, I rock
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
for paper, paper chaser
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta,
I know my block is a crazy zoo, but it got me glued (stuck)
I got to make these moves, so I hustle the (drugs)
I got no team, a connect and a couple of partners
I keep my street niggas, my street (yup)
I my cheese niggas, my cheese niggas (yup)
I keep my beef niggas, my beef (yup)
And I keep my niggas, my weed niggas
business, businees, keep pleasure, pleasure

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

[Verse Rell]
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 black Mazaratti the hood
Remember when we to play karate in the hood
Now my rims look ninja stars, nigga I been a star
I remember when I didn't shit to borrow
Now I lend you a couple of clips
You homie, you could eat a couple of clips
Come my strip, you gon' niggas G'd up
'cause, we slingers, gang bangers,
And it come to squalie, we strangers
Plus, I keep my thug niggas, my thug
I keep my niggas, my blood niggas
Spend it all, I aint no ass nigga
I'm always gonna ride, I'ma weeks ave nigga (yup)

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