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Uh-huh,
I like that man, that bad-da-ba-ba, 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 together, I be thinking a lot
up a blunt, think of a rhyme sometimes too
But it's yo... zone out

Santana]
The time is now, my grind is shit
My body is focused, my mind's in gear, start it
I'm moving at an unstoppable pace, I managed to reach the top of the
it started damn, cold-hearted man
Rip apart your man, for green dollar
Plain my target, stay and holla
Shoot and move from where ever my land
Damn, shit, I see ghosts when I
really, I got to wake up, just to know I was sleep
Holding the heat, cold all over my sheet
That's why I paint the most vividest
My my bitches in the same 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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[Juelz
I the life of a loner, with a righteous persona
But still crack right on the corner
My consist of, a big puzzle that's mixed up
Big bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, then big cuffs
Big bailor up, I get out, shit what, this shit sucks
I to find another road to follow
One that's new and strong, not old and
As I hold this bottle and smoke reefeer
Listening to old Aaliyah, I say, damn...
And a tear trimbling down
Never seen a man cry, well you it now
Shit, this isn't game from the heart, this pain from the
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 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 the side of their facial
Squeeze and rip apart a side of facial
I'd take a slug, eat a bullet, a gun
Shit, you know I'm your son
Damn, this of love, could only come 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 it's more the liquor in me
Shit, I get it together
I was off, with drunk words and sober thoughts
So, I'm speaking the truth
And what I'm still is truth, this is your younger sons speaking to you

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