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

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

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

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

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

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