[Intro]
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Ooh, ooo!
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Roll call time again baby...
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I'm back in the, back in the, back in the building
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Juelz Santana, (Aye), Dipset bitch
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I need all my soldiers and my block, man to stand up for me
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It's about that time, ya know
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[Chorus]
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My hood, my city, my side
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(Whatever you wanna call it) Nigga, I ride
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My town, my color, my block
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(Whatever you wanna call it) Nigga, I rock
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My state, my strip, my ave
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(Whatever you wanna call it) Nigga, I'm bad
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My building, my porch, my stoop
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(Whatever you wanna call it) Nigga, I Post
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[Verse 1-Juelz Santana]
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Straight for paper, paper chaser
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Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
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I know my block is a crazy zoo, but it got me crazy glued (stuck)
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I got to make these moves,
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So I hustle the hardest (drugs)
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I got no team, just a connect and a couple of partners
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I keep my street niggas, my street niggas (yup)
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I keep my cheese niggas, my cheese niggas (yup)
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I keep my beef niggas, my beef niggas (yup)
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And I keep my weed niggas, my weed niggas
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Keep business, businees, keep pleasure, pleasure
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And I never mix it, ever, ever
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Yeah, the code of the street, eyes open, don't sleep
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Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop...there go the police
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That's why you catch me moving through dolo
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Moving through solo, steel weapon, still reppin'...
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2-Hell Rell]
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Niggas always catchin' bodies in the hood (yup)
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Stay shootin' up a party in the hood (Uhn Hunh)
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Mafia ties, I'm like Gotti in the hood
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Tear the hoopti or the black Mazaratti through the hood (woo)
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Remember when we used to play karate in the hood (yo)
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Now my rims look like ninja stars,
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Nigga I been a star (been a star)
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I remember when I didn't have shit to borrow (I ain't have shit)
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Now I could lend you a couple of clips
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You hungry homie, you could eat a couple of clips (bloah,bloah,bloah)
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Come through my strip, you gon' niggas G'd up
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Cuz, we slingers(slingers), gang bangers (eastside)
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And when it come to squalie, we strangers
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Plus, I keep my thug niggas, my thug niggas (what up thug)
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I keep my blood niggas, my blood niggas (what up blood)
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Spend it all, I aint no cheap ass nigga (nope)
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I'm always gonna ride, cuz I'ma weeks ave nigga (yup)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3-Juelz Santana]
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I represent mine to the fullest (Oh yeah)
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I represent the grind to the fullest (Oh yeah)
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I represent scar time, bar time, hard times (yeah)
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Hard times to the fullest(oh yeah)
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We need to have a million man march again (yeah)
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We need to have a million man march up in,(yeah)
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The White House
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Start a million man arguement, like Bush why a million man starving in
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My city, my town, my hood, (whatever you wanna call it)
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Nigga whats good
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We ridahs, we rollers, we survivors, we soldiers
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We don't crack under pressure, we relax under pressure
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Most of all we don't rat under pressure
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(We bang) And we pitch this crack till the cops shut us down or our whips twist back
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[Chorus]
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Whatever You Wanna Call It
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| Juelz Santana |
