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Uh-huh,
I like that man, bad-da-ba-ba, that's hot
I like that, who are you? Santana
is crazy man
Y'all niggaz don't cry? We do
Yeah, man I gotta get my thoughts together, I be a lot
Light up a blunt, of a rhyme sometimes too
But it's like yo... out

Santana]
The time is now, my grind is here
My body is focused, my in gear, let's start it
I'm at an unstoppable pace, I managed to reach the top of the race
Before it started damn, man
Rip apart man, for that green dollar
reppin' my target, stay and holla
Shoot and move from where my targets land
Damn, shit, I see ghosts I sleep
It's really, I got to up, just to know I was sleep
the heat, cold sweat all over my sheet
That's why I paint the most pictures
My niggaz my in the same position I live in
No oil and hot water, boiling hot water
coke, to the oil and hot water, shit
But Who Am I

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[Juelz
I lived the life of a loner, a righteous persona
But still sold crack right on the
My life consist of, a big that's mixed up
Big bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, it's big cuffs
Big gets up, I get out, shit what, this shit sucks
I need to find another to follow
One new and strong, not old and hollow
As I hold this bottle and smoke reefeer
to some old Aaliyah, I say, damn...
And a tear comes trimbling
Never seen a man cry, well you it now
Shit, this isn't game from the heart, pain from the heart
is for you Dame, it came from the heart, so

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Santana]
Momma, I just you to know
I'm in love you so, if you wasn't here I'd be in love with you soul
My angel, mommy I'd die
Just knowing somone to violate you
slide 8ths through the side of their facial
Squeeze and rip a side of their facial
I'd take a slug, eat a bullet, a gun
Shit, you gotta I'm your son
Damn, type of love, could only come from a son
up mommy, I'm twisted I'm drunk...listen

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[Juelz
Yeah, but it's then the liquor and weed
it's more then the liquor in me
Shit, I gotta get it
I was falling off, with drunk words and sober
So, I'm still the truth
And what I'm still speaking is truth, this is younger sons speaking to you

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