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Roll call time baby...
I'm back in the, in the, back in the building
Juelz Santana, Aye, bitch
I need all my and my block, man to stand 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
you wanna 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

1-Juelz Santana]
Straight for paper, paper
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta,
I know my 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 keep my street niggas, my niggas (yup)
I keep my niggas, my cheese niggas (yup)
I keep my niggas, my beef niggas (yup)
And I keep my weed niggas, my 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
why you catch me moving through dolo
Moving solo, steel weapon, still reppin'...

[Verse 2-Hell
always catchin' bodies in the hood (yup)
Stay shootin' up a party in the (Uhn Hunh)
Mafia ties, I'm like Gotti in the
the hoopti or the black Mazaratti through the hood
Remember when we used to play karate in the
Now my rims like 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 hungry homie, you eat a couple of clips
Come my strip, you gon' niggas G'd up
'cause, we slingers, bangers, eastside
And when it to squalie, we strangers
Plus, I keep my thug niggas, my niggas
I my blood niggas, my blood niggas
Spend it all, I no cheap ass nigga
I'm always gonna ride, 'cause weeks ave nigga (yup)

[Verse 3-Juelz
I represent mine to the (Oh yeah)
I represent the grind to the (Oh yeah)
I represent time, bar time, hard times (yeah)
Hard to the fullest(oh yeh0
We to have a million man march again (yeah)
We need to have a million man 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 call it nigga whats
We ridahs, we rollers, we survivors, we
We don't 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...??????