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

Santana]
The time is now, my is here shit
My is focused, my mind's in gear, let's start it
I'm moving at an unstoppable pace, I managed to the top of the race
Before it started damn, man
Rip your man, for that green dollar
reppin' my target, stay and holla
Shoot and move from where my targets land
Damn, shit, I see ghosts when I
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 vividest pictures
My my bitches 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 sold crack right on the corner
My life consist of, a big puzzle that's up
Big bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, it's big cuffs
Big bailor up, I get out, shit what, this shit sucks
I need to another road 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 down
Never seen a man cry, you witness it now
Shit, this isn't game the heart, this pain from the heart
This is for you Dame, it from the heart, so

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Santana]
Momma, I just you to know
I'm in love with you so, if you wasn't I'd be in love with you soul
My angel, mommy I'd die
Just knowing tried to violate you
I'll slide 8ths through the side of facial
Squeeze and rip apart a side of their
I'd take a slug, eat a bullet, a gun
Shit, you know I'm your son
Damn, this type of love, could 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 and weed
Yeah more then the liquor in me
Shit, I gotta get it
I was falling off, with drunk words and thoughts
So, I'm still the truth
And what I'm still speaking is truth, this is your younger sons to you

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