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[Juelz Santana] Oh, come on, fuck with your boy It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at? Let me see you through this Killa, Jones, Freakay Yeah man, I'm back at it Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya Tell 'em it's August, I'm "Gon' Til' November" I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please) Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please) I see a town I'm likin' See some niggas getting money in a town I like it I run up on them with the pound and light it Like it's my block now, all right kid? He understood me quite clear Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear And I got back to my business, back to my bitches Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision Pop, I let that white stuff sit in Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin' Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it Hey! [Chorus: Juelz Santana] I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles Listening to gangsta music I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels Watching how the gangstas do it I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles Watching Shaft, clocking math [Juelz Santana] Now I see death around the corner Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die? Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride .45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc Yeah, yeah, it's my year So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way Jose or Hector Camacho Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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