[Juelz Santana]
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Oh, come on, fuck with your boy
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It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at?
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Let me see you through this
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Killa, Jones, Freakay
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Yeah man, I'm back at it
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Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
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Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
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Tell 'em it's August, I'm "Gon' Til' November"
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I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up
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Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please)
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Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please)
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I see a town I'm likin'
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See some niggas getting money in a town I like it
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I run up on them with the pound and light it
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Like it's my block now, all right kid?
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He understood me quite clear
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Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear
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And I got back to my business, back to my bitches
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Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision
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Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
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Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin'
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Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin
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And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it
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Hey!
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[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
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I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
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Listening to gangsta music
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I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
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Watching how the gangstas do it
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I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
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Watching Shaft, clocking math
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[Juelz Santana]
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Now I see death around the corner
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Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?
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Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride
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.45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah
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Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
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One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah
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Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc
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Yeah, yeah, it's my year
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So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way
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Jose or Hector Camacho
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Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos
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Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before
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I should y'all before, ey!
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[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
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I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
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Listening to gangsta music
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I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
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Watching how the gangstas do it
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I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
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Watching Shaft, clocking math
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[Cam'Ron]
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I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down
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And make me put my two arms up, Touchdown!
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You stay in touch now, but when I tough down
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I'm like Buckshot shorty, you better "Duck Down"
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Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, Uptown
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Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now?
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Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin'
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Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin
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Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing muppets
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Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband
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That shit's disgusting
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Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'
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This on my wrist is nothing
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To me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds
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Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'
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You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to
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[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
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I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
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Listening to gangsta music
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I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
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Watching how the gangstas do it
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I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
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Watching Shaft, clocking math
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Gangsta
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| The Diplomats |
