Альбом Juelz Santana

[Juelz Santana]
Yo who that
[Ja]
Me,it's Ja

[Juelz Santana]
Ja, Come in man
What up Ja, what's poppin

[Ja]
What up Uncle Ju Ju
You know Im five years old now right

[Juelz Santana]
Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good

[Ja]
It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph

[Juelz Santana]
What, she asked for my autograph in the class

[Ja]
I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that

[Juelz Santana]
you crazy man say word

[Ja]
word

[Juelz Santana]
you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that

[Ja]
I said a dipset bitch

[Juelz Santana]
a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get
another decade with you at least

[Ja]
you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school

[Juelz Santana]
word

[Ja]
not cause you that nigga

[Juelz Santana]
why

[Ja]
but bacause im that nigga
you all i talk about

[Juelz Santana]
that's what's up that's what's up

[Ja]
some of the kids can hardly talk

[Juelz Santana]
yeah word

[Ja]
there fore you gotta make it happen
know what im talkin bout

[Juelz Santana]
yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know

[Ja]
word uncle Ju Ju

[Juelz Santana]
yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i
mean

[Ja]
that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else
call you Juelz aight

[Juelz Santana]
aight

[Ja]
other than that I just wanna tell you I love you

[Juelz Santana]
aww i love you too man

[Ja]
wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets
go

[Juelz Santana rapping]
Now that I've got your attention
[Repeat x5]
Im what the games been missing
What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in

[Juelz Santana]
Juelz Santana.
Ain't no turning back from here (Thats right)

[VERSE 1]
I am sicker than Sick'Wid'It
DON'T listen just picture it
HOW vivid this picture it
ME gifted and living this
NO gimmicks or images
I spit and deliver it
LIKE no one that's living shit (AYE)
Straight from the ground y'all you dig?
Close to where the groundhogs live
Where the police hound y'all kids
Arrest and give out long bids
From where they keep the four squeeze the four
Hustle all day in the streets so long
If the feds ever decide to come
We all going down for the motherfucking reaper law

[CHORUS]
I was taught be smart stay humble
I was taught be hard don't fumble
I was taught in these concrete jungle
Rumble young man rumble
I was taught stay hard as they come dude
I was taught any problems confront you
I was taught in these concrete jungle
Rumble young man rumble

[VERSE 2]
Greater than great I am
YES haters they hate I am
WHAT playing I play to win
PLUS still I remain up in
THE hood I came up in
BUT the hood I came up in
FUCKED since Bush done came up in YUP (AYE)
From my date of birth hun'
'Til my day in the dirt come
I remain the earth's one
YES the matrix's first son
Toast to the good day to the bad day
To the good yay' to the bad yay'
To the time the shit was mixed up
I had good yay' on a bad day

[Chorus]

[VERSE 3]
Best of the best I is
AND never the less I is
AYE man of respect I is
REAL dammit yes I is
KILL nigga yes I will
LEAVE bodies by cemeteries
HE'S forever buried
HOW by any means necessary
I'm here to promise to keep my vows in order
I'm here to promise to keep my child in order
'Til the day I get locked
'Til the day I get shot
Or till the day I just drown in water (AYE)
Don't feel sorry for me, have a party for me
Bitches, balloons, Bacardi and weed
And let niggaz know that I died with a heart of a G (AYE)

[Intro]
Okay (get up, get up)
DipSet (uh oh)
Juelz Santana
Heatmakerz (clap)
I think this the one right here (everybody, come on, get up)
Huh, he's moving again

[Juelz Santana]
I'm like (oh yes)
I'm nice (oh yes)
Still pitching (weight)
Still flipping (weight), yeah
So come fuck with the boy
I'm still pumping the boy
I'll still dump on the boy
Blue steel pump to the boy
I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman
I'm yelling (wait), yeah I'm selling (weight), hey
I keep my chick on smash like a muhfucker
Thick lips, hips, tits, ass like a muhfucker
I get big chips, cash like a muhfucker
I don't (wait), nope, I won't (wait), yeah
I explore and cruise
Islands and shores that's new
Bring the boat out, smoke out
Watch the water move
I'm a water dude, jet skis, water pools
Surfing the (wave), I'm hurting the (wave)
Like, Cowabunga, dude
This forty cali-caliber cowabunga you
Bump you like how a bumper do
I'm on the corner, pumping like how a pumper do
What, that (weight), yup, that (weight)

[Chorus]
AY (oh yes) AY (oh yes) SAY (oh yes, wait a minute mister mister mi-mi-mi)
This the jam, yep
Put your hands up
And just (wave)
And just (wave)
AY (oh yes) AY (oh yes) SAY (oh yes, wait a minute mister mister mi-mi-mi)

I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman
Oh man (wait), oh man (wait)
I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman
Oh man (I'm back), oh man (I'm back)

[Juelz Santana]
I'm back
I'm crack
Sorry about the (wait)
Sorry I made you (wait)
I can't let my peeps down, I can't let my seed down
They need me out there (yeah)
I can't let the streets down
I gotta do it B I, G now, I see now
I couldn't (wait), nope, I couldn't (wait) AY
Plus the ladies love the kid
Plus the babies love the kid
Could it be I'm from the eighties
They know what I'm up against
Call me a grinder, call me a survivor
Why should I (wait), how could I (wait), no
Plus I'm a sex symbol (symbol)
That'll make your bitch bed tremble
Floor shake, bar rock, hard cock (cock)
Hit it left once, right twice, work the middle
Stoke her, then I smoke her

(feat. Cam'ron, Sizzla)

[Intro: Sizzla (Juelz Santana)]
Owwwww!!!! Ha Ha!!!
Click clack and it's over you dead (This is it)
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head (Santana)
It's in my blood I love killin you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (DipSet!) Owwwww!!!!

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go
I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
All sides all guys all rise now
BO! BO! BO! Make four shots now
Now all ladies more ladies all guys down
Say Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Four times now
Shake that ass like a shotta hoe, get in shotta mode
(Yeah!) It's DipSet bitch yeah there them shottas go
And them shots will go (BO!) and them shots a blow (BO!)
Damn straight through your man's plantano
You'll get a pushin rod for bein a rookie paw
And puttin your head in the next man cookie jar
We supportin, enforcin, extortion
Involvin take Bronson, or money launderin
We are shottas, yes y'all to the death y'all
Money power respect y'all the hell with the rest y'all
If heaven ain't got a ghetto I guess I'm goin to hell
With the rush y'all, with a L and my vest on (Yeah!)

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go
I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

[Bridge: Sizzla]
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
Hey, outlaws goes by no rules

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Now tell me who wanna fuck with us? (Who)
Who wanna romp with us? (Who)
(BO! BO! BO! BO!) You know what's up with us
(We are shottas!!!) True coke smugglers
Tombstone coverers then move on the full blown coverage
Our shottas (BO!) BIG was a shotta (BO!) Pac was a shotta
Shyne locked up cause Shyne was a shotta
(BO!) Shottas, one more time lick a shot for my shottas
My pops was never there that made my mama the shotta (BO!)
Made by a woman I was raised by a woman
So I never loved a bitch but I stay by my women
They are shottas, we are breed of achievers
That will do anything to suceed or achieve it
You walk like a shotta, you talk like a shotta
But won't stand up in the court like a shotta
Niggaz like you ought to get shot up
For actin and bein a fraudulent shotta

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go
I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas
Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
My shottas (BO!) they shottas (BO!)
Dreadlocks, Rastas, Rudeboys, pop the, imposter hang with the lobsters
Sings like then opera, bang with the mobsters
Don Gargon hard and love the drama
And tuck the lama, now suck your mama
Boom boom bang clack zoom zoom
Hum hum guys wise yes touch pum pum
I'm Gotti boy, with that shotty toy
Ladi dadi howdy mami I body a battyboy
I cannot flop, I, this is shotta
Twenty four seconds your inside a hot pot
It get deep daddy, out the piece caddy
He curry chicken, turn him a beef patty
Get the coco bread, I'm a loco head
With the 'fo 'fo oh, here we oh so dead

[Bridge: Sizzla]
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
Hey, outlaws goes by no rules

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Tell my folks I've been sent to go
I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta
We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas

[Intro]
DipSet
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
San-tana, AY
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
Tick, tock
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
Tick, tock
(Yep, yep, yep, yep)

Get on the grind like clockwork
Move that behind like clockwork
Keep it coming on time like clockwork
Get that clockwork (homie) make that clockwork (shorty)

You hear the sounds of the tick (tick)
You hear the sounds of the tock (tock)
You hear the sounds of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock)
Move to the sound of the tick (tick)
Move to the sound of the tock (tock)
Move to the sound of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock) yep yep

[Juelz Santana]
Now lemme see you get that block work rolling
Lemme see you get that clockwork going
Fiends copping by the clockwork flowing
All day and all night
Till them S.W.A.T. cops rolling
Or that clock, stop, going
Tick, tock, tick, tock, AY
Homie, get on the grind like clockwork
Two for five or a dime, that's clockwork
Shorty
You ain't gettin off the hook that easy
Lemme see that clockwork
She said look that's easy
Move it around, and around, and around, and around like a clock chick
To the sound, of the sound, of the sound of the clock's tick
Tick, tock, tick, tock, AY
Shorty, move that behind like clockwork
And spin around to the sound of how the clock work

[Chorus]
You hear the sounds of the tick (tick)
You hear the sounds of the tock (tock)
You hear the sounds of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock)
Move to the sound of the tick (tick)
Move to the sound of the tock (tock)
Move to the sound of the clock (tick)
(And get it right) (tock) yep yep

Get on the grind like clockwork
Move that behind like clockwork
Keep it coming on time like clockwork
Get that clockwork (homie) make that clockwork (shorty)

[Juelz Santana]
The grind on paper chase
The block on day to day
Listen, I'm always ticking
Like the clock on Flava Flav
I could
Give cock, and don't stop giving
So can you
Wink wop, and don't stop whipping
And just
Make that clockwork (tick), get that clockwork (tock)
Shake that clockwork (tick), flip that clockwork (tock), shorty,
AY, do what you gotta do for that clockwork
Nine to five, side moves for that clockwork
If you a soldier, homie, get you a doja (?) homie
Move the homie, tell him get that clockwork (homie)
AY, teach him how to mix that pot work
Right to left, all day, he'll get that clockwork
Listen
Tick, tock, tick, tock (homie) AY
That's what I call clockwork for ya
Holla at me, I got work for ya
AY

[Chorus]

[Outro]
I mean nigga
If you gettin' money
That's clockwork
If you hustlin', that's clockwork
Bitch, if you out there sellin' ass, that's clockwork
If you out there pimpin' homie, that's clockwork
Holla at me
AY

Kill 'Em
Dude come on, you know what you gotta do this time around...Kill 'em

[Hook]
You niggas aint nuthin...Kill 'em
You niggas is frontin'...Kill 'em
You niggas don't want it
Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
My niggas they get it...money
Ya'll niggas can't get it...money
We'll kill ya to get it...
Money, money, money, money

[Verse 1 - Juelz Sanatana]
It's like everything I'm doing is gangsta
My whole movement is gangsta, I manuever with gangstas
I put the T-R-U into gangstur, I'm a nuisance to gangstas
I be shootin' at gangstas...Kill 'em
If he blink wrong...Kill 'em
If he think wrong...Kill 'em
Show this muthafucka these aint no paintballs...Kill 'em
Put his 8 ball, dead in the side pocket
Some lead from a hot rocket, left in his side pocket...Kill 'em
Fuck a microwave, that'll turn his head into a hot pocket
I'm begging you, ock stop it, cause never do I stop it
Whenever do I pop it, I kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
Yeah, I lay around all day, with the pound all day
Dog, I don't play around all day, no
I pop up with the glock, like it's groundhog's day
And then I let a round off maynn
Now how that sound off maynn, when that pound go bang
Ya face chow ol mein, byeeee....chow lo mein
I'm great, when you see me, bow 'ol maynn

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2 - Juelz Santana]
When the glock go bang, when the shot go bang
All you goin' hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
And I'm not no game, I pop those thangs
All you goin' hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em
For them nachos, I'll kill ya, for my block yo, I'll kill ya
Let this nigga know he's not no guerilla
And that's not no chinchilla, that's a chopped up gorilla
That they chopped up to get ya, and you bought it, killa
This is not a real nigga, he is not in my picture
I eat lobster for dinner, he got spam on his plate
He got ham on his plate, I don't eat pork
Hand me some steak, nigga hand me some cake
'Fore I hand you a eight, like a muthafuckin' hand that you shake...bitch
Give you five nigga, I'm alive nigga
Who, what, where, when ,why nigga, I nigga...Kill 'em

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Cam'Ron]
What's my name...Killa, who I be with...Killas
What them bitches say...Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa
There go a cat fight, bitches they spar for dome
In the car they foam, never seen cars with phones
Santana, I give any part to homes
eye ear heart or bone, back out the orange cones
Even though I go right at the Sergant's dome
Right with my orange stones, we aren't home
Get moving and took out, I'm using the hood route
Hustla please, man you was the lookout
Man just lookout, I'ma raging bull, with amazing ??, so im Paid in Full
But this no movie prop, doggy this the oozie rod
That leave ya cutie rootie, tootie, lil bootie pac
This my dutie doc, you try to sue me, stop
How you judge me, I get Judge Judy shot
Now sue me ox, I just lay and smile
I'll rape ya child, they wont make the trial...

Killa, Killa, Santana, Dipset, Killa

[Intro]
Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers
Knahmean? We just trying to stay above water
Feel me? I mean I speak for the Gs, the hustlers
They understand me, knahmsayin?
Shit
Lock into this time and lock out (always)
I mean ain't nothing promised to niggaz like us
You know?

[Juelz Santana]
Just a, another day another dollar
Now look what you got
Another hater, another plotter
Shit, you know the drill
A brother pay, a brother holla
Watch 'em, they creeping
Another raid, another copper
Aw man
Another case, another lock-up
What
Another bail, know that cake better pop up
Yup
That's just day to day shit we go through
And results of the day to day shits we go through
Some niggaz day to day pitch, they local, and
Some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal, and
Some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal
I don't honor them fools
Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed
I speak from the heart of the hood
From the boarded up apartments with wood
From the cracked down crack houses (yeah)
To the burnt up black houses
To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out
And puffing weed makes my actions switch
I'm at the window, with the pistol, like Malcolm
Ain't that a bitch (man)
And I'm paranoid, paranoid
But still I got to get it, got to have it, make it happen boy

[Chorus]
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take
And may this song play all the way
And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me
And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me

[Juelz Santana]
Look now
Another dead, another born
Vice versa
Another here, another gone
Pay attention
Another smile, another mourn
Another funeral, another baby shower going on
Get it, huh
That's just life in the hood
You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood
Huh, get it
I live the life of a hustler
No sleep all night for a hustler, buster
And if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep sheep
I swear fiends will chase that high for four weeks
I'm still dealing with the day to day beef and
Stress, hunger, patience
The day to day basics
Yep, shit that we go through, you know
Shit
Look at the shit that we go through, you know
Niggaz come home, can't get jobs
Niggaz getting money, acting like they can't get robbed
And that don't mix

(feat. Lil Wayne, Young Jeezy)

[Hook]
Boy let me show ya how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show how to hit that strip
How to get that grip don't give back lip
Go head do what you do make it work for ya
[repeat 4X]

[Juelz Santana]
Put the coke in the pots whip it over the rocks
Ship it over the blocks it's movin' movin'
I do the damn thang I get a brick, shit
I don't let it sit quick I move the damn thang
I can show you how to mix that shit
How to get that shit how to twist that wrist
I can show you how to get back more
And the shit that you get back is just as raw
Girl I can show you how to hit that Ave
With that big fat ass and go get that cash
But you know you got to give back half
I'm somethin' like a pimp man go get that cash
Boy I don't play when it comes to money
I guess that's why I'm okay when it comes to money
I got two coups a truck and one four door
I can pick up all my hoes and have a one four org

[Hook]
Boy let me show ya how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show how to hit that strip
How to get that grip don't give back lip
Go head do what you do make it work for ya
[repeat 4X]

[Young Jeezy]
Copped ten sold five then I hide three
Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other two
Fuck a magic stick Jeezy got a magic wrist
David Copperfield on the stove all types of shit
Stack it up like Pringles all type of chips
AR-15 all type of clips
G.A. yeah Atlanta
Dipset Harlem World call Santana
Hit Jim on the hip Cam on the celly
We gon' call Ace I get 'em for R.Kelly
That's seventeen a chicken I know the birdman
140th and Lenix I know the birdgang

[Hook]
Boy let me show ya how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show how to hit that strip
How to get that grip don't give back lip
Go head do what you do make it work for ya
[repeat 4X]

[Lil Wayne]
Ugh, you can smell it through the wrapper
That's that shit nigga sit it in a pamper
I still got two sittin' in the hamper
I let 'em sit and air out or else you on them dampers
My lil brother got piff on them campers
We call him the N.O. capo
New Orleans that's what we ride for
We got Cash Money on the table layin' underneath the flo'
Shit it's like I got a pan how I heat the flo'
Aye but I really got a pan when I hit the blo
Shit aye this beat is so
Motherfuckin' G.I. Joe and the hydro
Got me high I can't see where I go
When the rap stop movin' you just follow the coke
When your bitch start choosin' she gon' ride wit a pro
I'ma have that hoe swallowin' coke
Birdman Jr

[Hook]
Boy let me show ya how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show how to hit that strip
How to get that grip don't give back lip
Go head do what you do make it work for ya

Whatever You Wanna Call It
(feat. Hell Rell)

[Intro]
Uh-ohhhh!
Cold cold time again baby
I'm back in the, back in the, back in the building
Juelz Santana (Aye!)
Dip Set bitch
I need all my soldiers and my block men to stand up for me
It's 'bout that time you know

[Chorus]
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I ride
My town, my car, my block
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm bad
My building, my porch, my stue
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm loose

[Juelz Santana]
Straight for paper
Paper chaser
Gangsta gangsta
Gangsta gangsta
I know my block is a crazy zoo
But it got me crazy glued (stuck)
I got to make these moves
So I hustle the hardest (drugs)
I got no team
Just a connect and a couple of partners
I keep my street niggaz, my street niggaz (yup)
I keep my cheese niggaz, my cheese niggaz (Yup)
I keep my beef niggaz, my beef niggaz (yup)
I keep my weed niggaz, my weed niggaz
Keep business business, keep pleasure pleasure
And I never mix it, ever ever
Yeah the code of the street
Eyes open don't sleep
(whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop)
There go the police
That's why you catch me moving through dolo
Moving through solo, steel weapon, steel weapon

[Chorus]

[Hell Rell]
Niggaz always catch the bodies in the hood (yup)
Straight shootin up the party in the hood (uh-uh)
Mafia ties, I'm like Gotti in the hood
Tellin hoopty on the black Maserati through the hood
Rememeber when we used to play karate in the hood (remember)
Now my rims look like ninja stars
Nigga I've been the star (I ain't have shit)
I remember when I didn't have shit to bar
Now I can lean you a couple of clips
You hungry homey you can eat a couple of clips
Come to my strip, you gon see niggaz G'd up cuz
We slangers (slangers)
Gang bangers (east-side)
And when it comes to squaley we stranges, plus
I keep my thug niggaz, my thug niggaz
I keep my blood niggaz, my blood niggaz
Spend it all I ain't no cheap ass nigga
I'm always gonna ride this I'm a weed sack nigga, YUP!

[Chorus]

[Juelz Santana]
I represent mine to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent the grind to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent scar time, bar time, hard times
Yeah, hard times to the fullest (oh yeah)
We need to have a million man march again
We need to have a million man march up in
The white house start a million man argument
Like Bush why a million man starving in?
My city, my town, my hood
Whatever you wanna call it nigga what's good
We riders, we rollers, we survivors, we soldiers
We don't crack under pressure
We relax under pressure
Most of all, we don't rap under pressure
We bang, and we pitch this crack
'Till the cops shut us down or waste respect

[Chorus - repeat to fade]

[Нет текста]

[Intro]
Nah
Yeah, yeah leave the hissin in, Don't take the hissin out
We gon keep this one all the way gangsta
I mean, you mutha fuckas don't realize, how real this shit is man
I mean, people always gonna try and get over on you
But protect what's yours, protect your family, protect what's right
Ya Dig!

The story starts off, lil boy black in the ghetto
No matter what he does it's back to the ghetto (ghetto)
No choice but to adapt to the ghetto
So he adapts the ghetto
Yes, the crack and the metal
He took no days off, for gettin this cocaine off
He ran back and forth so much he pissed Jose off
Now Jose was the cocaine boss
Straight from Columbia, his cocaine soft
But Jose was out fuckin his sister
Hittin shorty off cuz' he had love for his sister
And shorty had no love for his sister cuz' sister was sniff up everything Jose
gives her
But shorty had a plan for them both
Cuz' he was good at handlin coke and Jose liked that
Problem was, he was pitchin for the dudes down the street
You know, Cj, Big Boo, and Meleke
Meleke was a killa, Boo was a killa
Cj, well he's just anotha nigga
Despite the fact, they didnt like the fact, that he was close to Jose and he
might just rat
And bein that he was a bitch and he aint know when its here
They set it up to get him there n hit him there
But shorty was smart, so before they got to load up n spark he said hold up my
heart
Please, then he said Please, look up in my bag, there's cook up in my bag
It's all good up in my bag
And there's more where that came frome
It came from Jose, believe me there's more where that caine from
So they let him go thinkin he would tell them where Jose kept the heavy coke
But instead he told Jose bout that
And we all know Jose bout that
Next thing we know we see Jose slouch back
And he said there's no way out that
He said shoot em ima blow they house back
Next day Jose sent the 2-way out town
And next minute someone blew they house down
Jose think shorty on his side
But he don't know shorty on his side
So shorty called Jose, like listen, it's going down I need more cocaine
So they met up, it was a set up
Guess who? Cj, Meleke and Boo speed up
You shoulda seen the look on old man's face
You neva seen a look on no man's face
Told him no mans great, and it's no man's place
To fuck with no man's fam
And he said where's my sister before I kill you
The End

[Outro]
The story's over man (over man)
They all kinda end like that man, ya dig
You see, I told this story because I kinda feel like, every hood, everybody,
everybody gotta lil boy fresh and them somewhere
Whether it's right next door, across the hall
Up the block, down the block, around the corner
I mean, you see, you see we all see the same shit, just through diffent eyes
You surprised? Don't be man, It's just real shit

[Intro]
You know me, yea u niggas know me
Been searching for good times man, can't seem to find none.
Must be lost,
We'll get em back though.

[Chorus x2]
I look around, like where the good times at?
I'm just tryin to bring the good times back.

[verse 1]
DO you remember? Them good ol' things, Tag, skully, them good ol'games.
Yea, those were the good ol' days, every hustler had good cocaine.
Remba new now? That good ol' grease, for them good ol' waves, remba that good ol'
fade?
Remba that good ol' brush, that you kept in your back pocket, after that good ol'
cut.
Remba them good ol' block parties and cookouts, everybody on the block partyin
and cookout. Nobody get shot during the cookout. Mayb a fight niggas box
during the cookout. Niggas laugh, shout, during the cookout. Damn! How you get
knocked out during the cookout? Remba ya good ol fam, that one dude you
could count on ya good ol man? (my nigga) Remba that good ol jam? That drove u
crazy, make u jus wanna hold cha lady (come here baby) Remba goin to that
good ol flick, witcha good ol chick, and it didnt make u a trick? Remba waitin
for them good ol holidays? Broke or not they was good ol holidays.
As long as u had ur good on aunti, ur good ol nanny, your good ol family. Yep!

[Chorus]
Wont cha, wont cha come on back to me? [x3]

Do you remember, them good ol nites?
Smokin, drikin them good ol dice. To the deuce u rolled twice, Ace, damn gotta
pay that good ol price.
Remba them ol "yo MtV raps" man, i hope they bring yo mtv back.
Remba Walkin through them good ol streets, new...MJ's on ya good ol feet?
Remba, that good ol chain u used to wear, u aint know if it was fake you didnt
care.
Remba? taht good ol money you got that knot with the good ol 20 on top.
Do ya?
remba those good things, remba those hood thangs, remba feelin those hood pains?
Remba those good ol friends u used to have? Pitch for u, those good ol friend
taht made you laugh?
Remba, the time you shared with the ones you loved? lost, the one above?
Remba all the thing u wanted to be? Doctor, Lawyer, knew at least one you could
be.
Remba that good ol dream u used to have?
Similar to the one Dr. King used to have.
Remba everything about those good ol days, that make you say the good ol's
changed.

[Chorus x2]

(Dipset B*tch)
(Fella! Santana Aye!!)

[Chorus:]
Rock the boat dont sink the ship.
Do you like to get freaky freaky?
Do you to get kinky kinky?
(Yea, I like to get freaky, freaky)
(Yea, I like to get kinky, kinky)
Do ya Good I get the boat rockin (yea)
Good let's get the boat rockin (yea)
Good we got the boat rockin (yea)
Good lets get keep the boat rockin

[Verse 1:]
Now how many chicks in this b*tch like dick?
Well how many dudes in this room like pune?
Holy moly the rap Goldie
ohh he back put up yours now clap
That, thats the sound i like to hear
That, thats the bounce i like to hear
Now grab a chick and get freaky
Whats bad are you kinky
And if she tell you yes
found another chick that tell you yes and bail for sex
I bet that will be freaky
(yea that will be kinky) (yea)
Tap it up slap it up filp it rub it down dont forget to wrap it up
Then tell shorty to back it up
Just like a truck thats backing up (yea) (aye!!)

[Chorus:]
Do you like to get freaky freaky?
Do you to get kinky kinky?
(Yea, I like to get freaky, freaky)
(Yea, I like to get kinky, kinky)
Do ya Good I get the boat rockin (yea)
Good let's get the boat rockin (yea)
Good we got the boat rockin (yea)
Good lets get keep the boat rockin

Rock the boat dont sink the ship.
Mami take your pick who you leavin with huh?
Rock the boat dont sink the ship.
Shorty take your pick who you leavin with huh?

[Verse 2]
Now guess whos back in the mothaf*ckin house
Front get punched in your mothaf*ckin mouth
But i aint come for that dear baby
Tell me you had a pap smear lately (huh?)
Ill be your check up guy
Check up low check up high
Check out bye bye then im gone like the wind
Find a sucka spend all night with him
I just wanna do the nasty withcha withcha
Not download a nasty picture picture
Cuz i dont know about the internet
I just how much im into sex (yea)
Whats poppin withcha is you tryin to get it poppin sista
No shrimp no lobster dish (uh huh)
just lots of dick (huh)

[Chorus:]
Do you like to get freaky freaky?
Do you to get kinky kinky?
(Yea, I like to get freaky, freaky)
(Yea, I like to get kinky, kinky)
Do ya Good I get the boat rockin (yea)
Good let's get the boat rockin (yea)
Good we got the boat rockin (yea)
Good lets get keep the boat rockin

Rock the boat dont sink the ship.
Mami take your pick who you leavin with huh?
Rock the boat dont sink the ship.

(feat. Cam'Ron)

[Intro]
[sample]
Out in the street
They call it murder

[Juelz Santana + (sample)]
Up (in the street)
Gun tucked (in the street)
Niggaz front (in the street)
Get bucked and (they call it murder)
Up (in the street)
Gun tucked (in the street)
Buck buck and (they call it murder)

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
I stay up
My gun tucked
I gives a fuck
So, welcome to jamrock
No, welcome to my damn block
Where the slugs and cans pop
For the ones and tan rocks
Kids play in the sandbox
Other kids
Lay in boxes with sandtops
You can't stop this
Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder shit, this
Servin', servin', se-servin', servin', se-servin' bricks, we
Purchase, purchase, pu-purchase, and purchase, purchase whips, we
Swervin, swervin, sw-swervin, swervin, on purpose, bitch
Try to stop me, you ain't, kid
Try to pop me, you can't live
If so, you'll need an oxygen tank, shit
And for those bucks
I'm no punk
I'm Scarface, coked up, you know what
[sniff] I think I need another hit
[sniff] You know who you fuckin' with

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
I bang
I slang
My nuts hang, yup
So don't get it confused or fucked up
My dudes will jump up
The ruger, dump dump, bup bup
And (they call it murder)
Act stupid, the gat's shootin [gunshot]
We'll leave you there, leave you square
Box style, box style, he who dares (dares)
Don't play
Be calm now, calm down cuz
We all know you're not a killa killa gorilla, man
Y'all know I get that scrilla scrilla f'reala, fam
Catch me in the chinchilla all through the winter, man
Never catch me trippin', slippin', and kill me, damn
I show the hood love
They show me love back
And the hood is where my heart is, so I love that
Nah, you can't keep a black man down
I'm worldwide, Harlem's own, Manhattan bound
AY

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Killa, killa, more killin' killin' for killa killa
Feel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on gorillas
Santana, bananas, clip bananas, wrapped in bandannas
Hammers, hammers, no cameras, you'll be runnin to nana (nana nana)
Nana nana Santana, he be holding berettas
Killa killa kills civilians, you know I'm no better
Mo' betta' betta', cheddar cheddar, you'll be dead on your lever
For cheddar cheddar, heads we sever, go get it together
Get it together, now now get my pape's right
Come through late night
I know what it tastes like (what's that?)
Some good coke, dawg, go get your face pipe
Put on my Laker jersey, then I go rape white (number 8)
You got G ma, I got G too, shit
She wanna fly G-4, won't fly G-2 (nope)
Need ten thousand, you won't get a G, boo
Only G you gettin' is me, O.G., trueness

[OUTRO: Juelz Santana + (Cam'Ron)]
(Murder, murder)
Haha, haha
I told you
I told you you niggaz was in trouble man
DipSet (murda)
The new season has officially begun (murda)

[Juelz]
God will never put you in a situation that you can't handle
But you can definitley put ya self in a siyuation you can't handle
And some situations end in death
And death is a mothafucka ya dig

[Juelz]
Old timer want the block back, stop that
You been gone too long the young nigga said
Lord knows, whats goin through this young niggaz head
As the old timer stood and grilled him
Pissed off, shorty looked at his man
Touched his burner like I shoulda killed him
Shorty in deep, but hew don't care
But he don't know, these old timers don't play fair
There he go, postin on his strip again
Toast on him, niggaz wit 'em, posted on his shit again
(Uh-Oh) He actin like it can't and it won't happen
Old timer bout to blow dust off that old cabinet
(Thats,Thats,Thats) Where dem guns is kept
These young niggaz better show some respect (respect)
I'll Teach 'em a lesson, he said to his self
As he proceeded to pull the lead from his shelf
Now he headed towards shorty block, forty cocked
On his zip, on his shit, like he don't care who shorty wit
But somebody saw him, before he go to shorty
Shorty phone ring, somebody called him
Somebody warned him, he's comin he's comin
Shorty replied, somebody stall him
Then he crept up wit his goons and guns
Whispered in to old timers ear, death is soon to come

[Chorus]
They say hell is hot,but is heaven cold
Know one ever knows til you Gone, gone, gone

And when you gone does ya soul drift off to a better place
Or do you jus float up and fade
Away,away,away,away, like a bird when its headed towards the sky (huh, huh)
Or do you just die (huh huh)
Or do you just perish from the earth and its over

[Juelz]
Baddest bitch up on the block
Prolly make a nigga cum when as soon as she get up on the cock
She fuck wit Tony don't she (don't she)
Oh he's, not ya average drug dealer, fa sho he's
Bien watched by police, feds
Investigators, oh, can't forget the haters
Home girl ain't got a clue what he do for a livin
She jus think she got a dude wit a pension
She don't know dis dude is a henchman
And he move on dudes wit the cruelest intensions
All she know she got a brand new benz
And its big enough for her and all her brand new friends (Damn)
There she go, all through the street wit it
Dude in and outta towen, she all through the street wit it
We all know the street talk, we all know the street missin
Next thing she's missin....(music stops, phone rings twice)
"Hello", "Ay nigga I got yo bitch, have a million sent up or she dead"
Damn,she in deep shit, and she did nothin
I betchu she ain't see dis comin, but he did
Cause he did nothin, he ain't pay (pay)
He told 'em keep dat bitch, he okay
He got a wife and a kid, back home
And he don't care about the life that she live (Damn)
Now thats wrong (wrong)
But the story ain't over it drags on (aw man what happened next)
They wind up beating her down
Breathless, he winds up fleein the town (til the next bitch)

[Chorus]

[Juelz]
And um, I say that to say this, alotta people don't appreciate life til their
gone
I mean, alotta situations can be avoided, you just gotta avoid it ya dig

[Нет текста]

(feat. Razah)

[Juelz Santana]
Aight I want you to sing
Life changes on a daily bases, every minute every

[Razah]
Life changes on a daily bases
every minute every hour still we try to save it (aight, aight, aight)

[CHORUS - Razah]
Life changes on a daily bases
Every minute every hour still we try to save it
But I gotta keep moving and make it
Heaven good, Lord knows life is crazy

[VERSE 1 - Juelz Santana, Razah]
Happy New Year people (people)
The ball done dropped, guess you can say the new year's legal (yep)
Shit my resolution was (what)
Do everything I been doing, better than I usually does (yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album was too farfetched for the matrix (couldn't touch it)
Now it's all simple, checkers and basics (basics)
21 blackjack check for the aces (uh)
21 cats act I'm checkin for faces
Brought 21 gats back like them was the faces (damn)
21 gats clap left em' in braces
With his shoes tied but he never had laces (damn)
We was just trying to bar-b-q out there
But he started like I wouldn't start a bar-b-q out there (damn)
Like I wouldn't make him dodge a few out there {yea}
Good thing the car was parked out there {oh yea, oh yea}

[CHORUS 2X]

[VERSE 2 - Juelz Santana, Razah]
I'm just trying to enjoy the fun in my life
Plus now I got a lil son in my life (shit)
Thats the one in my life, that keeps me up in the night
Writing these rhymes so he can live a comfortable life
Cam got to feed him and lil cam (yep)
Jim got to feed him and lil jim (yep)
Zeke got to feed him and lil zeke (yep)
Now I got to feed me and lil me (yep)
And these kids eat like lil beasts
They grow every hour need clothes every hour
Thats why I got to make dough every hour
Do a show every hour hit the road every hour
Two flights a day (day)
I'm in states so far that if you drove it'll be two nights away (cali)
Who nice as me shit blue ice on me
And when I land shit new viper grey

[CHORUS 2X]

[VERSE 3 - Juelz Santana, Razah]
I'm so great when I do it
I sold flame to the fluid, lit it made it my music
Thats fire (ha ha)
Who could deny it', who could apply it' (apply it)
Same pressure that I do if you could then try it (try it)
Shit you just tryin to flood the pipe
I'm tryin to apply so much pressure that I bust the pipe (BUST)
And I done bust the pipe
Wide open cause (Life changes on a daily bases yea)

[Break - Razah]
I'm just tryin to feed my family
Just tryin to be all I can be
Just tryin to survive these crazy streets
Times is hard but it's gonna get better trust me
I've been struggling all my life
Makin these songs to get these right
In studios morning till night
But I know it's gon be alright

[Santana talking]
W-what is this, this sound like some graveyard s***
well that's what the f*** they gon need
cause I'mma bury these niggas this time around

[Verse 1]
Who better than me, you better than me
S*** you never will see if you dead and deceased
Keep two', lead, and the piece and I'm busting it off right
Leave a trail of smoke like a f***ing exhaust pipe
Took the coke up out the stash cause they know about the stash
Now I'm like swallow these dope up in the bags
Coke up in the bags, yeah sown up in the bags
I do my chicks like Ludacris blow it out your a**
I'm a mean pimp you know what I mean pimp
Four hoes on each strip all bringing me chips
Futuristic, so when I'm gon they gon have to do balistics
Just to prove I'm this sick
You n***as need to be spank by your mami
For ever thinking you'll be greater than I'll be
You get that short late waist pack money
I get that all straight a.s.a.p. money bring it here now!

[Chorus 2x]
Touch the coke, touch the pot, add the soda what you got ME!
I am what I am I be what I be and that you will see I AM CRACK!!

[Verse 2]
Who want it with I you want it with I
I'll shoot one of ya eyes
You'll lose one of ya eyes
I'll jam move and slump ya
Leave your body in ranch cuckamonga with ants moving under
My flows so in order I can turn soap and water to ocean water and float the
border
You never will be what I forever will be
Your tombstone never will read we buried a G nope!!
I'm so mean and nice with the things I write
Jesus might say Jesus Christ
It's only rap so why yall trying to hold me back
Like yall ain't ask for to owe me back I'M HERE!
My peoples play and sling cocaine
More than Billy Blanco from Carliton's Way
So you can find me on the streets okay
With that big f***ing piece okay

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
Too dope for this but you won't admit
So my two's smoking spit make you choke on spit
You ever seen a man gag and gargle
Sound like a new born trying to ask for bottles
They like cut it out you slacking
But I bust it out in rapping
Can you name a n***a better without me busting out in laughing?
N***a you couldn't spit enough to get at me
I'll stretch ya for extracurricular activity
I'm more macing than grace is when I say s***
You should say amen after my name kid
Yes this is that of greatest
You should say amen after this statement

San-tana (aye)

It's dipset Bitch

There it go
Baby don't stop now
There it go
Baby don't stop now

[Chorus:]

[Whistling]
There it go
Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay)
Time to whistle at her
Aye girl you make my whistle blow

There it go
Bring it here baby
There it go
Bring it here baby

[Verse 1:]

Top down and im at it again
It's hot now and i'm at it to win
(you heard me)
Who want it with me
Nobody wanna it with me
Oh im so fly
Oh Mami come n get me
Sit it down
Back up
Bring it on back up
Move it till you feel something hard on your back (Ugh)

[Verse 2:]

There it go
If u want it come and get it
I aint kiddin im wit it
Here it go (go)
So Girl LET ME SEE YOU GET LOW
There it go
Yea jus like that
Move your thang like a boomarang
And come right back
There it go
I dont need to ask i proceed to grab
A chiks up my G'd up swagger

[Chorus:]

There it go
[whistling]
There it Go
Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay)
Time to whistle at her
Aye girl you make my whistle blow

There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)
There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)

Aye girl let me see you get low
There it go
Set it down baby
There it go
Set it down baby

There it go its dipset (ohh)
There it go Aye Aye Aye
There it go its dipset (ohh)
There it go Aye Aye Aye

[Verse 3:]

I got to get it
I'm so hot terrific
So not fair to the other guyz to sin it
I know not unlimit
Theres no skys a limit
Till then
Imma do imma do imma do ma thang
So baby keep moving moving n moving your thang
And that'll keep you n you n you in the ring (or maybe not)

Aye girl you make me want to know
You do it like a pro lil lady
If so bring it here let it show lil lady
There it go
Lets go lil lady to the crib, to the tele
You kno lil lady

Run
Yes girl
Uhm yes you can have a
Confess girl to the sunset girl (girl)
But first i gotta Undress girl
So take off dem clothes and UNdress Girl

[Chorus:]

There it go
[whistling]
There it Go
Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay)
Time to whistle at her
Aye girl you make my whistle blow

There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)
There it go
Bring it here baby (c'mon)

Aye girl let me see you get low
There it go
Set it down baby
There it go
Set it down baby

[Beat drops]

(feat. Bezel)

[Intro: Juelz Santana]
Huh, okay, put the kids to bed
Put 'em to bed now
I said put 'em to bed now!
Do it!
Yeah, yeah
It's goin' down
DipSet, bitch
Juelz Santana
AY

[Chorus]
Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music
Nope
This is violence (violence, violence)
This is violence (violence)
Violence

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
The champ is back
Yup
This is my anthem track
Yup
This wasn't made for to dance or for your hands to clap
This that
Gutter, gutter motherfucker AY
This that
Get your knife, time to gut a motherfucker AY
They hand you the snub
Dismantle your mug
A headshot have you looking like you shampoo with blood
The vandalous thugs
The scandalous thugs
That go to your block, piss on the spot where your candle's put up
This ain't no damn push music
Or no hammish (?) music
This ain't party time it's army time
Ambush music
This that cripple fly, kill a guy, full blown gorilla-fied
Don't go in the club if you can't get your clip inside music
This that half a pound, back 'em down, ask around
Nobody say nuttin', cause they know they gon' get gatted down music
That pop and squeeze, lots of screams, guess what
Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King music

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Let's get ready to rumble (yup)
This that gritty, gritty for shizzy y'all (yup)
For shizzy, nizzy, I'll kill a nigga, he piss me off (AY)
Heat him down, keep the pound, see him now, beat him down
I ain't talkin' 'bout a bush when I say he'll get beat around music
He ain't actin' right, grab and fight, stab him right
Show dude old school snatches at taxes night
Sip sizzurp, smoke weed, x up, coke, please
Dope fiends, get a load of this new codeine
That music, crack music, peel a nigga cap to it
No reason at all
This music is that stupid (AY)
It's the code of silence (no it's)
Spoken silence
Right now I am promoting violence (AY)
Why shouldn't I get the vest and spit the thing (AY)
When y'all promote cigarettes and nicotine (AY)
And y'all hope we stop it
Y'all told me stop it
Y'all the ones that keep promoting violence (AY)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Bezel]
This the shit that the gangstas love
Stomp out a gang of bud
Squeeze off a gang of slugs
We gotta vacate the club music
That's how the gangstas does
Shanking O.J., a thug
Go get your glock, and let it pop
Just like Bacon does music
We the few left that does what we do best
This here, get clear
Illegal in the U.S.
I overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit
This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack a Tec
I could just snap my hand and have a nigga snap ya neck
This the talk is cheap, so I let the luger speak
Pump the torch, then dump the corpse off in Dawson's Creek
The O.G. killer is back
So if you're living is whack
Come see me, little nigga, I'll give you a gat like
Here, here's a hammer nigga
Here, go hurt a nigga
Here, go jam a nigga
Here, go murk a nigga

[Child]
Daddy? [baby cries]
Daddy? [slight echo]

[Juelz Santana]
Daddy? (just to hear you breathing)
Damn man this shits crazy
Got a little son now, little me
Runnin around, its crazy
I'd do anything man, do anything
Life is precious, remember that.

And if i die then my child'll be a bastard

[verse 1]
I just had a newborn,
Shorty weighs 7 pounds, 6 ounces, 20 inches, too strong,
Im happy now, ima daddy now,
I gotta be there, i aint get to see my daddy around,
We aint never get to ball out kid,
I was young, the game caught him before i did, but
Back to you son, as for you son,
I'd do any and everything, thats the truth son,
From the dirtiest diaper, till you get old enough to dirty your nikes up,
Im your clean up man,
You ever need a hand, need a foot, need a heart, need a lung,
Reach for the phone, call me up son,
Yes, everything drops for you, everything stops for you,
I'll bury a block for you,
I'll let go every shot for you, and i'll reload the clip, just to make sho he's
hit

[chorus]
I gotta little boy to look after,
I gotta little boy to look after,
[said] I gotta little boy to look after,
And if i die then my child'll be a bastard [x2]

[verse 2]
Everyday i look in your face, I sit back and i smile,
Look at his face, its just like mine, wow,
Damn, this kid shines,
Authority and prioritys, this kids mine, so,
That means i gotta beat him if i have to,
Keep him out of bad schools, teach him how to rap smooth,
Show him the ropes like, make sure his rope's tight,
No screws loose, no loose screws,
Got manners, got morals, got sense of respect,
Cause when you gone, boy thats all you got left,
You ever get craze for candy, dont take a strangers candy,
Open a strangers candy, those are the strangest candys,
I'm your rider, your guider, pusher, provider,
But most of all im your father and im just looking out for you,
When there's a problem, man im just looking out for you,
Im not talking man, im just pulling out for you,
The ford, a sword, the hood'll come out for you,
And what im about to do, you shouldnt go out and do,
You just make sure your good to me, you good to mom,
Respect your elders, you grow to be good and strong,

[chorus]
I gotta little boy to look after,
I gotta little boy to look after,
[said] I gotta little boy to look after,
And if i die then my child'll be a bastard [x2]

[verse 3]
I raise you up in the sky, like behold,
The only thing greater then I, YOU, my greatest achievement,
F*** a platinum plaque, this is history in the making, believe it,
Without you i cant make or suceed s***,
I cant think, i cant wake up and eat s***,
You the reason, that im breathin,
And i will stop at any moment to see this, child live a better life,
Wow its a better life, but you better throw down if you ever fight,
Like Rocky do, dont be no punk when its time to get up and put on your boxing
shoes,
You lace em up tight, you fall, get up fight,
You lose, oh well, we all lose some fights,
Just be a man about yours, life is all about handling yours,
So you just keep handling yours.

[chorus]
I gotta little boy to look after,
I gotta little boy to look after,
[said] I gotta little boy to look after,

I've been paying attention to whats going on out there man I've been watching
you niggas stealing my
ways and shit and it's getting out of control now (out of control) Ima start
tellin you niggas like i
tell my bitches (listen) dont watch me watch T.V. this is Pay Per View nigga you
gotta pay for
this.. (Santana)

[Verse 1]
Aye First let me take time to brush my shoulders off wait....I had to dust my
shoulders off (thanks)
ya been waiting been patient,been anxious,now I here for bring back me the
greatness (yes) da rap
Ali,jab i weave then come back with da same jab times three,I blow smoke to the
heaven im so dope its
a weapon raps one big casino im plottin ocean eleven aye i might have sold the
least but i still
manage to most feared by most MCs (good) who dope as me who close to me for sure
papi nobody yea thats
hows its supposed to be now listen you could either comprehend it or compliment
it its all authentic
yup but you better believe whenever i say no homo you could bet your balls i
meant it.

[Hook]
Mic check 1,2,1,2 (1,2)
Mic check 1,2,1,2 (1,2)
Mic check 1,2 what is this Santana's back to bussiness lets go. Aye
Mic check 1,2,1,2 (Check)
Mic check 1,2,1,2 (Check)
Mic check 1,2 what is this Santana's back to bussiness lets go.

[Verse 2]
Bad news rap dudes Im back fools get a throne up this is that jack move Achoo i
just sneezed and the
track moves god blessed me yes thats true so bright throw lights up for me,for
life married the game
throw rice up for me, (yes) so nice throw ice up for me 2 pieces for big and 1
piece for the keys I am
back like cooked crack yup even my connect asked me how cooked that up, I told
em a brick of
me is equevelent to 50 keys broken down sold around we in the city streets (wow)
if you catch me sexing
a chick its a bisexual chick or something foreign I'll never forget yes Im the
shit bet Im the shit
how much lay it down whatever you bet I got it covered Aye.

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Shit homie quick homie get a camera get a flip (yes) get a load of this homie
the fifths on me say
something the fifths off me aim ready to bust damn the fifths horny the albums
done and between the
albums coming its been a while but fuck it this time around im frontin i done
styled the stunnin,i
done wowed the public,i done payed my dues,did my hundred miles of runnin,now im
back (AYE!) like raw
cocaine put in da pot with water and soda then thrown on flames and look what
came out was me yes
crack in the flesh at its best so hot,wont stop,dont knock me,dont stop dont
watch,dont copy,stones
rock,froze blocks,so cocky,hoes watch,hoes jock,go papi aye