[Verse]
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I make music I consider a challenge
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Like this here, reminds me of Gilligan's Island
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And that reminds of Harlem, where my niggaz is whylin
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The only borough that was built on an island, woah
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You fucks probably ain't know, if they cut off the bridges
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We'd be stuck, forced to live on the Island
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But we gangstas, riders, 9/11 survivors
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Niggaz still want beef than holla
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You think you bout it, get your piece and holla
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Squeze the piece when I think it's problems, do you follow?
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A young Muhammad Atta, no plane lessons, cocaine lessons, just a plot of towers
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Before they crashed and divided the towers
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I'm hurtin' working hard to reprovide the towers, like
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Bring 'em back up, lift 'em back up
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Niggaz back up, or lift us back up
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[Chorus: 2x]
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Okay, okay, okay
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Okay, okay, okay
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Okay, okay, okay
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Y'all can't fuck with me, okay
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[Verse]
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Now let me hear you say, OKAY
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It's Santana the great again, tie him up, bandana his face again
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I tried to tell 'em it's no escaping the basics
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And no escaping the hatred and no escaping the matrix man
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Only Neo is me, no Cleo can see my future, if she did I'd shoot her
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They tried to say the mission was impossible
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I came through, crew did it, got it poppin' too
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Two bitches on my side both prostitutes
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Gray smoke, mobster's suit, yeah they get it poppin' too
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I get my ace holes chopped in two, dimes, quarters, rocks in two
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The fiends cop it too
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Yeah, look at 'em rockin' two, rockin' boat, Rock n' Jock
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Stop and plot, hot a BLDAT
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Fucka, this nigga gotta stop, out of sight, out of mind
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He gotta go, he out of line
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[Chorus: 2x]
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Okay, okay, okay
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Okay, Okay, Okay
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Okay, Okay, Okay
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Y'all can't fuck with me, OKAY
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Okay, Okay
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| Juelz Santana |
