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Uh-huh,
I that man, that bad-da-ba-ba, that's hot
I like that, who are you? Santana
Shit is 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, think of a sometimes too
But it's yo... zone out

[Juelz
The time is now, my is here shit
My body is focused, my in gear, let's start it
I'm moving at an unstoppable pace, I managed to the top of the race
it started damn, cold-hearted man
Rip apart your man, for that green
Plain my target, stay and holla
and move 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, cold sweat all over my
That's why I paint the most vividest
My niggaz my bitches in the position I live in
No oil and hot water, just hot water
coke, to the oil and hot water, shit
But Who Am I

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Santana]
I lived the of a loner, with a righteous persona
But still sold crack right on the
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, what, this shit sucks
I need to find another to follow
One that's new and strong, not old and
As I hold this bottle and smoke this
Listening to old Aaliyah, I say, damn...
And a comes trimbling down
Never a man cry, well you witness it now
Shit, this isn't game from the heart, this pain the heart
This is for you Dame, it came 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 tried to violate you
I'll slide through the side of their facial
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, type of love, could only come from a son
Hold up mommy, I'm I'm drunk...listen

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

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