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

[Juelz
The is now, my grind is here shit
My body is focused, my mind's in gear, let's it
I'm moving at an unstoppable pace, I managed to reach the top of the
Before it started damn, man
Rip apart man, for that green dollar
Plain reppin' my target, and holla
and move from where ever my targets land
Damn, shit, I see ghosts when I
really, I got to wake up, just to know I was sleep
Holding the heat, sweat all over my sheet
That's why I paint the most vividest
My niggaz my in the same position I live in
No oil and hot water, just hot water
Cooking coke, to the oil and hot water,
But Who Am I

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[Juelz
I lived the life of a loner, a righteous persona
But still sold crack right on the
My life consist of, a big puzzle that's up
Big bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, then big cuffs
Big bailor gets up, I get out, shit what, this shit
I need to find another to follow
One that's new and strong, not old and
As I hold bottle and smoke this reefeer
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 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 here I'd be in love with you
My angel, I'd die faithful
Just knowing tried to violate you
I'll slide 8ths through the of their facial
Squeeze and rip apart a side of their
I'd take a slug, eat a bullet, a gun
Shit, you gotta know I'm son
Damn, this type of love, could only from a son
Hold up mommy, I'm I'm drunk...listen

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Santana]
Yeah, but it's more the liquor and weed
Yeah it's more the liquor in me
Shit, I get it together
I was falling off, with words and sober 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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