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Uh-huh,
I that man, that bad-da-ba-ba, that's hot
I like that, who are you? Santana
is crazy man
Y'all think niggaz cry? We do
Yeah, man I gotta get my together, I be thinking a lot
Light up a blunt, think of a sometimes too
But it's like yo... out

[Juelz
The is now, my grind is here shit
My is focused, my mind's in gear, let's start it
I'm moving at an unstoppable pace, I to reach the top of the race
it started damn, cold-hearted man
Rip your man, for that green dollar
Plain reppin' my target, and holla
Shoot and from where ever my targets land
Damn, shit, I see ghosts I sleep
It's really, I got to wake up, to know I was sleep
Holding the heat, sweat all over my sheet
That's why I paint the vividest pictures
My my bitches in the same position I live in
No oil and hot water, boiling hot water
Cooking coke, to the oil and hot water,
But Who Am I

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

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Santana]
Momma, I just want you to
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
knowing somone tried to violate you
I'll slide 8ths through the side of their
and rip apart a side of their facial
I'd take a slug, eat a bullet, a gun
Shit, you gotta know I'm son
Damn, this type of love, could only from a son
Hold up mommy, I'm I'm drunk...listen

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

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