[Intro]
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Man all I hear is Santana this, Santana that
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Santana you can't do this, Santana you can't do that
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Man why I can't I just smoke a blunt and be me
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That's how I feel..
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Okay it's Santana, I'm back again
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You know what man? What? What?
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This is... Yea
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You fuckas don't know a damn thing about me (Nope)
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A piece, a part, a hamstring about me
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The streets my heart you can't get it out me, it's
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You fuckas know me, it was a sharp throb in my bones
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I looked it was my own flesh, heart, and my bones, problems at home (Home)
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So I left them there, got up out the atmosphere
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Misery, loves company, I don't respect that there
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Dip Set on the posta, boy for coming so close to
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Being the black Lagrosta Nostra
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Jim is my big buzzin, Zeek's my big cousin
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Killa's my big nigga, also my big brother
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We are the Dip family, get a grip family
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Nothin alive can divide this family
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So come on roll with the Set, come on roll with the best
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The pain is felt niggaz know that you stressed (Oh)
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The game itself don't notice your stress
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You been left smokin, zoning on steps (No)
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That's not the way to go, but that's the way you'll go
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If you don't get up off you ass and find a way to go
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Streets to rap, yea that's the way I went
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Now its beats and rhymes, that's the way I pay the rent
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Fuck what ya think nigga
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Cause this is..
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Niggaz know me
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How I Feel
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| Juelz Santana |
