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

My hood, my city, my
Whatever you call 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 wanna it nigga

1-Juelz Santana]
Straight for paper, chaser
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 my street niggas, my street niggas (yup)
I keep my cheese niggas, my niggas (yup)
I my beef 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, weapon, still reppin'...

[Verse 2-Hell
Niggas catchin' bodies in the hood (yup)
Stay up a party in the hood (Uhn Hunh)
ties, I'm like Gotti in the hood
Tear the hoopti or the black Mazaratti the hood
Remember we used 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 could you a couple 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 when it to squalie, we strangers
Plus, I keep my niggas, my thug niggas
I my blood niggas, my blood niggas
Spend it all, I aint no cheap ass
I'm always gonna ride, I'ma weeks ave nigga (yup)

[Verse 3-Juelz
I represent to the fullest (Oh yeah)
I represent the to the fullest (Oh yeah)
I represent time, bar time, hard times (yeah)
Hard to the fullest(oh yeh0
We need to a million man march again (yeah)
We to have 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 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 this crack till the cops us down...??????