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

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

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

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

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

[Verse 3-Juelz
I represent to the fullest (Oh yeah)
I represent the grind to the (Oh yeah)
I represent time, bar time, hard times (yeah)
times to the fullest(oh yeh0
We need to a million man march again (yeah)
We need to a million man march up in, the White House
Start a 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 crack under 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...??????