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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 niggaz don't cry? We do
Yeah, man I gotta get my together, I be thinking a lot
Light up a blunt, think of a rhyme too
But it's yo... zone out

[Juelz
The time is now, my grind is 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 apart man, for that green dollar
reppin' my target, stay and holla
Shoot and move from where my targets land
Damn, shit, I see when I sleep
It's really, I got to up, just to know I was sleep
Holding the heat, cold sweat all my sheet
That's why I paint the most vividest
My niggaz my bitches in the same position I in
No oil and hot water, just boiling hot
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 of, a big puzzle that's mixed up
Big bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, then big cuffs
Big bailor gets up, I get out, shit what, shit sucks
I need to find road to follow
One new and strong, not old and hollow
As I this bottle and smoke this reefeer
to some old Aaliyah, I say, damn...
And a tear comes trimbling
Never seen a man cry, well you it now
Shit, this game from the heart, this pain from the heart
is for you Dame, it came from the heart, so

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[Juelz
Momma, I just want you to
I'm in with you so, if you wasn't here I'd be in love with you soul
My angel, mommy I'd die
Just knowing somone tried to you
I'll 8ths through the side of their facial
Squeeze and rip apart a of their facial
I'd take a slug, eat a bullet, a gun
Shit, you know I'm your son
Damn, this type of love, could only come a son
Hold up mommy, I'm I'm drunk...listen

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

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