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(Juelz Santana)
Yo who that (Ja) Me,it's Ja (Juelz Santana) Ja, Come in man What up Ja, what's poppin (Ja) What up Uncle Ju Ju You know Im five years old now right (Juelz Santana) Yeah I know man you gettin big tell me about it what's good (Ja) It's crazy man, you know my teacher had the nerve to ask me for your autograph (Juelz Santana) What, she asked for my autograph in the class (Ja) I had to tell her man im here to learn this aint the time or the place for that (Juelz Santana) you crazy man say word (Ja) word (Juelz Santana) you a trip lil nigga you know that, what you tell her after that (Ja) I said a dipset bitch (Juelz Santana) a a a, come on man you cant be doin it like that at five man, you got to get another decade with you at least (Ja) you know that you the only thing they talk about in my school (Juelz Santana) word (Ja) not cause you that nigga (Juelz Santana) why (Ja) but bacause im that nigga you all i talk about (Juelz Santana) that's what's up that's what's up (Ja) some of the kids can hardly talk (Juelz Santana) yeah word (Ja) there fore you gotta make it happen know what im talkin bout (Juelz Santana) yeah yeah i know what you talkin about nigga i know (Ja) word uncle Ju Ju (Juelz Santana) yo man come on man you gotta stop with that uncle Ju Ju shit man know what i mean (Ja) that's what i call you, that's what ima keep callin you and let everybody else call you Juelz aight (Juelz Santana) aight (Ja) other than that I just wanna tell you I love you (Juelz Santana) aww i love you too man (Ja) wo wo wo, dont be gettin all mushy on me man, it's time to do it big, now lets go (Juelz Santana rapping) Now that I've got your attention (Repeat x5) Im what the games been missing What you about to witness is something that you haven't been witness'in Im what the games been missing |
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[Juelz Santana]
Juelz Santana. Ain't no turning back from here (Thats right) [VERSE 1] I am sicker than Sick'Wid'It DON'T listen just picture it HOW vivid this picture it ME gifted and living this NO gimmicks or images I spit and deliver it LIKE no one that's living shit (AYE) Straight from the ground y'all you dig? Close to where the groundhogs live Where the police hound y'all kids Arrest and give out long bids From where they keep the four squeeze the four Hustle all day in the streets so long If the feds ever decide to come We all going down for the motherfucking reaper law [CHORUS] I was taught be smart stay humble I was taught be hard don't fumble I was taught in these concrete jungle Rumble young man rumble I was taught stay hard as they come dude I was taught any problems confront you I was taught in these concrete jungle Rumble young man rumble [VERSE 2] Greater than great I am YES haters they hate I am WHAT playing I play to win PLUS still I remain up in THE hood I came up in BUT the hood I came up in FUCKED since Bush done came up in YUP (AYE) From my date of birth hun' 'Til my day in the dirt come I remain the earth's one YES the matrix's first son Toast to the good day to the bad day To the good yay' to the bad yay' To the time the shit was mixed up I had good yay' on a bad day [Chorus] [VERSE 3] Best of the best I is AND never the less I is AYE man of respect I is REAL dammit yes I is KILL nigga yes I will LEAVE bodies by cemeteries HE'S forever buried HOW by any means necessary I'm here to promise to keep my vows in order I'm here to promise to keep my child in order 'Til the day I get locked 'Til the day I get shot Or till the day I just drown in water (AYE) Don't feel sorry for me, have a party for me Bitches, balloons, Bacardi and weed And let niggaz know that I died with a heart of a G (AYE) [CHORUS] |
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| 3. |
| 3:01 |
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[Intro]
Okay (get up, get up) DipSet (uh oh) Juelz Santana Heatmakerz (clap) I think this the one right here (everybody, come on, get up) Huh, he's moving again [Juelz Santana] I'm like (oh yes) I'm nice (oh yes) Still pitching (weight) Still flipping (weight), yeah So come fuck with the boy I'm still pumping the boy I'll still dump on the boy Blue steel pump to the boy I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman I'm yelling (wait), yeah I'm selling (weight), hey I keep my chick on smash like a muhfucker Thick lips, hips, tits, ass like a muhfucker I get big chips, cash like a muhfucker I don't (wait), nope, I won't (wait), yeah I explore and cruise Islands and shores that's new Bring the boat out, smoke out Watch the water move I'm a water dude, jet skis, water pools Surfing the (wave), I'm hurting the (wave) Like, Cowabunga, dude This forty cali-caliber cowabunga you Bump you like how a bumper do I'm on the corner, pumping like how a pumper do What, that (weight), yup, that (weight) [Chorus] AY (oh yes) AY (oh yes) SAY (oh yes, wait a minute mister mister mi-mi-mi) This the jam, yep Put your hands up And just (wave) And just (wave) AY (oh yes) AY (oh yes) SAY (oh yes, wait a minute mister mister mi-mi-mi) I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman Oh man (wait), oh man (wait) I'm Mr. Postman, also Mr. Toastman Oh man (I'm back), oh man (I'm back) [Juelz Santana] I'm back I'm crack Sorry about the (wait) Sorry I made you (wait) I can't let my peeps down, I can't let my seed down They need me out there (yeah) I can't let the streets down I gotta do it be |
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| 4. |
| 4:35 |
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[Intro: Sizzla (Juelz Santana)]
Owwwww!!!! Ha Ha!!! Click clack and it's over you dead (This is it) My damn glock, buss a cap in your head (Santana) It's in my blood I love killin you fools (This here for my shottas) I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (DipSet!) Owwwww!!!! [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been sent to go I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] All sides all guys all rise now BO! BO! BO! Make four shots now Now all ladies more ladies all guys down Say Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Four times now Shake that ass like a shotta hoe, get in shotta mode (Yeah!) It's DipSet bitch yeah there them shottas go And them shots will go (BO!) and them shots a blow (BO!) Damn straight through your man's plantano You'll get a pushin rod for bein a rookie paw And puttin your head in the next man cookie jar We supportin, enforcin, extortion Involvin take Bronson, or money launderin We are shottas, yes y'all to the death y'all Money power respect y'all the hell with the rest y'all If heaven ain't got a ghetto I guess I'm goin to hell With the rush y'all, with a L and my vest on (Yeah!) [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been sent to go I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas [Bridge: Sizzla] Click clack and it's over you dead My damn glock, buss a cap in your head It's in my blood I love killin you fools I'm a thug, that goes by no rules Click clack and it's over you dead My damn glock, buss a cap in your head It's in my blood I love killin you fools Hey, outlaws goes by no rules [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Now tell me who wanna fuck with us? (Who) Who wanna romp with us? (Who) (BO! BO! BO! BO!) You know what's up with us (We are shottas!!!) True coke smugglers Tombstone coverers then move on the full blown coverage Our shottas (BO!) BIG was a shotta (BO!) Pac was a shotta Shyne locked up cause Shyne was a shotta (BO!) Shottas, one more time lick a shot for my shottas My pops was never there that made my mama the shotta (BO!) Made by a woman I was raised by a woman So I never loved a bitch but I stay by my women They are shottas, we are breed of achievers That will do anything to suceed or achieve it You walk like a shotta, you talk like a shotta But won't stand up in the court like a shotta Niggaz like you ought to get shot up For actin and bein a fraudulent shotta [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been sent to go I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] My shottas (BO!) they shottas (BO!) Dreadlocks, Rastas, Rudeboys, pop the, imposter hang with the lobsters Sings like then opera, bang with the mobsters Don Gargon hard and love the drama And tuck the lama, now suck your mama Boom boom bang clack zoom zoom Hum hum guys wise yes touch pum pum I'm Gotti boy, with that shotty toy Ladi dadi howdy mami I body a battyboy I cannot flop, I, this is shotta Twenty four seconds your inside a hot pot It get deep daddy, out the piece caddy He curry chicken, turn him a beef patty Get the coco bread, I'm a loco head With the 'fo 'fo oh, here we oh so dead [Bridge: Sizzla] Click clack and it's over you dead My damn glock, buss a cap in your head It's in my blood I love killin you fools I'm a thug, that goes by no rules Click clack and it's over you dead My damn glock, buss a cap in your head It's in my blood I love killin you fools Hey, outlaws goes by no rules [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Let me know if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Send the toast if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta) Tell my folks I've been sent to go I got a shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta Scream shotta, shotta, shotta, shotta We shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas Yeah shottas, shottas, shottas, shottas |
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(Yep, yep, yep, yep)
San-tana, AY (Yep, yep, yep, yep) Tick, tock (Yep, yep, yep, yep) Tick, tock (Yep, yep, yep, yep) Get on the grind like clockwork Move that behind like clockwork Keep it coming on time like clockwork Get that clockwork (homie) make that clockwork (shorty) You hear the sounds of the tick (tick) You hear the sounds of the tock (tock) You hear the sounds of the clock (tick) (And get it right) (tock) Move to the sound of the tick (tick) Move to the sound of the tock (tock) Move to the sound of the clock (tick) (And get it right) (tock) yep yep Now lemme see you get that block work rolling Lemme see you get that clockwork going Fiends copping by the clockwork flowing All day and all night Till them S.W.A.T. cops rolling Or that clock, stop, going Tick, tock, tick, tock, ay Homie, get on the grind like clockwork Two for five or a dime, that's clockwork Shorty You ain't gettin' off the hook that easy Lemme see that clockwork She said look that's easy Move it around, and around, and around, and around like a clock chick To the sound, of the sound, of the sound of the clock's tick Tick, tock, tick, tock, ay Shorty, move that behind like clockwork And spin around to the sound of how the clock work [Chorus] You hear the sounds of the tick (tick) You hear the sounds of the tock (tock) You hear the sounds of the clock (tick) (And get it right) (tock) Move to the sound of the tick (tick) Move to the sound of the tock (tock) Move to the sound of the clock (tick) (And get it right) (tock) yep yep Get on the grind like clockwork Move that behind like clockwork Keep it coming on time like clockwork Get that clockwork (homie) make that clockwork (shorty) The grind on paper chase The block on day to day Listen, I'm always ticking Like the clock on Flava Flav I could Give cock, and don't stop giving So can you Wink wop, and don't stop whipping And just Make that clockwork (tick), get that clockwork (tock) Shake that clockwork (tick), flip that clockwork (tock), shorty, Ay, do what you gotta do for that clockwork Nine to five, side moves for that clockwork If you a soldier, homie, get you a doja (?) homie Move the homie, tell him get that clockwork (homie) Ay, teach him how to mix that pot work Right to left, all day, he'll get that clockwork Listen Tick, tock, tick, tock (homie) AY That's what I call clockwork for ya Holla at me, I got work for ya AY [Chorus] [Outro] I mean nigga If you gettin' money That's clockwork If you hustlin', that's clockwork Bitch, if you out there sellin' ass, that's clockwork If you out there pimpin' homie, that's clockwork Holla at me AY DipSet |
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| 6. |
| 3:27 |
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Dude come on, you know what you gotta do this time around...Kill 'em
[Hook] You niggas aint nuthin...Kill 'em You niggas is frontin'...Kill 'em You niggas don't want it Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em My niggas they get it...money Ya'll niggas can't get it...money We'll kill ya to get it... Money, money, money, money [Verse 1 - Juelz Sanatana] It's like everything I'm doing is gangsta My whole movement is gangsta, I manuever with gangstas I put the T-R-U into gangstur, I'm a nuisance to gangstas I be shootin' at gangstas...Kill 'em If he blink wrong...Kill 'em If he think wrong...Kill 'em Show this muthafucka these aint no paintballs...Kill 'em Put his 8 ball, dead in the side pocket Some lead from a hot rocket, left in his side pocket...Kill 'em Fuck a microwave, that'll turn his head into a hot pocket I'm begging you, ock stop it, cause never do I stop it Whenever do I pop it, I kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em Yeah, I lay around all day, with the pound all day Dog, I don't play around all day, no I pop up with the glock, like it's groundhog's day And then I let a round off maynn Now how that sound off maynn, when that pound go bang Ya face chow ol mein, byeeee....chow lo mein I'm great, when you see me, bow 'ol maynn [Hook 2x] [Verse 2 - Juelz Santana] When the glock go bang, when the shot go bang All you goin' hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em And I'm not no game, I pop those thangs All you goin' hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em For them nachos, I'll kill ya, for my block yo, I'll kill ya Let this nigga know he's not no guerilla And that's not no chinchilla, that's a chopped up gorilla That they chopped up to get ya, and you bought it, killa This is not a real nigga, he is not in my picture I eat lobster for dinner, he got spam on his plate He got ham on his plate, I don't eat pork Hand me some steak, nigga hand me some cake 'Fore I hand you a eight, like a muthafuckin' hand that you shake...bitch Give you five nigga, I'm alive nigga Who, what, where, when ,why nigga, I nigga...Kill 'em [Hook] [Verse 3 - Cam'Ron] What's my name...Killa, who I be with...Killas What them bitches say...Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa There go a cat fight, bitches they spar for dome In the car they foam, never seen cars with phones Santana, I give any part to homes eye ear heart or bone, back out the orange cones Even though I go right at the Sergant's dome Right with my orange stones, we aren't home Get moving and took out, I'm using the hood route Hustla please, man you was the lookout Man just lookout, I'ma raging bull, with amazing ??, so im Paid in Full But this no movie prop, doggy this the oozie rod That leave ya cutie rootie, tootie, lil bootie pac This my dutie doc, you try to sue me, stop How you judge me, I get Judge Judy shot Now sue me ox, I just lay and smile I'll rape ya child, they wont make the trial... Killa, Killa, Santana, Dipset, Killa |
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| 2:55 |
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<i>[Intro]</i>
Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers Knahmean? We just trying to stay above water Feel me? I mean I speak for the Gs, the hustlers They understand me, knahmsayin? Shit Lock into this time and lock out (always) I mean ain't nothing promised to niggaz like us You know? <i>[Juelz Santana]</i> Just a, another day another dollar Now look what you got Another hater, another plotter Shit, you know the drill A brother pay, a brother holla Watch 'em, they creeping Another raid, another copper Aw man Another case, another lock-up What Another bail, know that cake better pop up Yup That's just day to day shit we go through And results of the day to day shits we go through Some niggaz day to day pitch, they local, and Some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal, and Some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal I don't honor them fools Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed I speak from the heart of the hood From the boarded up apartments with wood From the cracked down crack houses (yeah) To the burnt up black houses To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out And puffing weed makes my actions switch I'm at the window, with the pistol, like Malcolm Ain't that a bitch (man) And I'm paranoid, paranoid But still I got to get it, got to have it, make it happen boy <i>[Chorus]</i> Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take And may this song play all the way And if it skip a beat, hit repeat This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me And if it skip a beat, hit repeat This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me <i>[Juelz Santana]</i> Look now Another dead, another born Vice versa Another here, another gone Pay attention Another smile, another mourn Another funeral, another baby shower going on Get it, huh That's just life in the hood You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood Huh, get it I live the life of a hustler No sleep all night for a hustler, buster And if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep sheep I swear fiends will chase that high for four weeks I'm still dealing with the day to day beef and Stress, hunger, patience The day to day basics Yep, shit that we go through, you know Shit Look at the shit that we go through, you know Niggaz come home, can't get jobs Niggaz getting money, acting like they can't get robbed And that don't mix <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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<i>[Intro]</i>
Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers Knahmean? We just trying to stay above water Feel me? I mean I speak for the Gs, the hustlers They understand me, knahmsayin? Shit Lock into this time and lock out (always) I mean ain't nothing promised to niggaz like us You know? <i>[Juelz Santana]</i> Just a, another day another dollar Now look what you got Another hater, another plotter Shit, you know the drill A brother pay, a brother holla Watch 'em, they creeping Another raid, another copper Aw man Another case, another lock-up What Another bail, know that cake better pop up Yup That's just day to day shit we go through And results of the day to day shits we go through Some niggaz day to day pitch, they local, and Some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal, and Some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal I don't honor them fools Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed I speak from the heart of the hood From the boarded up apartments with wood From the cracked down crack houses (yeah) To the burnt up black houses To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out And puffing weed makes my actions switch I'm at the window, with the pistol, like Malcolm Ain't that a bitch (man) And I'm paranoid, paranoid But still I got to get it, got to have it, make it happen boy <i>[Chorus]</i> Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take And may this song play all the way And if it skip a beat, hit repeat This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me And if it skip a beat, hit repeat This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me <i>[Juelz Santana]</i> Look now Another dead, another born Vice versa Another here, another gone Pay attention Another smile, another mourn Another funeral, another baby shower going on Get it, huh That's just life in the hood You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood Huh, get it I live the life of a hustler No sleep all night for a hustler, buster And if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep sheep I swear fiends will chase that high for four weeks I'm still dealing with the day to day beef and Stress, hunger, patience The day to day basics Yep, shit that we go through, you know Shit Look at the shit that we go through, you know Niggaz come home, can't get jobs Niggaz getting money, acting like they can't get robbed And that don't mix <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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feat. Hell Rell
[Intro] Uh-ohhhh! Cold cold time again baby I'm back in the, back in the, back in the building Juelz Santana (Aye!) Dip Set bitch I need all my soldiers and my block men to stand up for me It's 'bout that time you know [Chorus] My hood, my city, my side Whatever you wanna call it nigga I ride My town, my car, my block Whatever you wanna call it nigga I rock My state, my strip, my ave Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm bad My building, my porch, my stue Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm loose [Juelz Santana] Straight for paper Paper chaser Gangsta gangsta Gangsta gangsta I know my block is a crazy zoo But it got me crazy glued (stuck) I got to make these moves So I hustle the hardest (drugs) I got no team Just a connect and a couple of partners I keep my street niggaz, my street niggaz (yup) I keep my cheese niggaz, my cheese niggaz (Yup) I keep my beef niggaz, my beef niggaz (yup) I keep my weed niggaz, my weed niggaz Keep business business, keep pleasure pleasure And I never mix it, ever ever Yeah the code of the street Eyes open don't sleep (whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop) There go the police That's why you catch me moving through dolo Moving through solo, steel weapon, steel weapon [Chorus] [Hell Rell] Niggaz always catch the bodies in the hood (yup) Straight shootin up the party in the hood (uh-uh) Mafia ties, I'm like Gotti in the hood Tellin hoopty on the black Maserati through the hood Rememeber when we used to play karate in the hood (remember) Now my rims look like ninja stars Nigga I've been the star (I ain't have shit) I remember when I didn't have shit to bar Now I can lean you a couple of clips You hungry homey you can eat a couple of clips Come to my strip, you gon see niggaz G'd up cuz We slangers (slangers) Gang bangers (east-side) And when it comes to squaley we stranges, plus I keep my thug niggaz, my thug niggaz I keep my blood niggaz, my blood niggaz Spend it all I ain't no cheap ass nigga I'm always gonna ride this I'm a weed sack nigga, YUP! [Chorus] [Juelz Santana] I represent mine to the fullest (oh yeah) I represent the grind to the fullest (oh yeah) I represent scar time, bar time, hard times Yeah, hard times to the fullest (oh yeah) We need to have a million man march again We need to have a million man march up in The white house start a million man argument Like Bush why a million man starving in? My city, my town, my hood Whatever you wanna call it nigga what's good We riders, we rollers, we survivors, we soldiers We don't crack under pressure We relax under pressure Most of all, we don't rap under pressure We bang, and we pitch this crack 'Till the cops shut us down or waste respect [Chorus] - repeat to fade |
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| 10. |
| 3:09 |
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Guess what
I'm back A yes Santana dip, set, bitch You know, you know We say G'd up, we make these bucks,we make things jump No thanks to you We blaze weed up,we invade these clubs,we make things jump No thanks to you (You) From the beat to the boogie,to the street to the hoodie This is gangsta shit, gangsta shit Baby to get down to the beat and just boogie to the beat Shake ya tushy if you like gangsta shit Gangsta niggas (Come) Gangsta bitches (Come) Get on up,get gangsta with us (Umm) Or should I say, get gangsta with me I gangsta boogie through this gangsta city (Watch me) Get dough, hit hoes, quick froze, big 4, get low 'Fore I bang at you (Watch me) Pitch flow, big blow, big bank, big rolls You know, no thanks to you (You) And shorty you can catch me stunt (Stunt) Off the weed yup (Yup) Screamin' "Hi, my name is!" These nuts (Nuts) G's up (Up) Hoe's down That's how it's been How it is and how it goes down (So) From my young G's wit the clip and the Black 5th (Come) For my OG's wit the pik with the Black Fist (Come, umm) This gangsta shit Full blown gangsta shit You know gangsta shit, aye We say G'd up, we make these bucks We make things jump No thanks to you We blaze weed up,we invade these clubs We make things jump No thanks to you (You) From the beat to the boogie to the street to the hoodie This is gangsta shit, gangsta shit Baby to get down to the beat and just boogie to the beat Shake ya tushy if you like gangsta shit Check it now don't you wanna be like us Yup, cut it out you can't be like us (Nope) Now don't you wanna be like us Yup, cut it out you can't be like us (Nope) Pop, pop, pop it like its hot (Hot) Like snoop said Drop, drop it like it's hot (Hot) Which one of y'all want ya couchie rubbed I'm fucked up and I'm lookin' for some groupie love (Yes) Y'all hoe's know why I'm here And it's not to send y'all bottles and buy y'all beer (Come) I might send over some eye contact (Come) And let you know I'm tryin' to hop on that (Umm) And if you send back the eye contact Then I know it's time to go to the pop off shack I'm a gangsta, I like to do gangsta shit Like Umm Gangsta boogie wit my gangsta bitch (So come) Gangsta boogie with a gangsta bitch Come see how the gangsta's live (Come, umm) And you'll see it ain't no fronts or tellin' lies This gangsta shit here must be televised We say G'd up, we make these bucks We make things jump No thanks to you We blaze weed up,we invade these clubs We make things jump No thanks to you (You) From the beat to the boogie,to the street to the hoodie This is gangsta shit, gangsta shit Baby to get down to the beat and just boogie to the beat Shake ya tushy if you like gangsta shit Check it now don't you wanna be like us? Yup, cut it out you can't be like us (Nope) Now don't you wanna be like us? Yup, cut it out you can't be like us (Nope) |
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| 3:54 |
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[Intro]
Nah Yeah, yeah leave the hissin in, Don't take the hissin out We gon keep this one all the way gangsta I mean, you mutha fuckas don't realize, how real this shit is man I mean, people always gonna try and get over on you But protect what's yours, protect your family, protect what's right Ya Dig! The story starts off, lil boy black in the ghetto No matter what he does it's back to the ghetto (ghetto) No choice but to adapt to the ghetto So he adapts the ghetto Yes, the crack and the metal He took no days off, for gettin this cocaine off He ran back and forth so much he pissed Jose off Now Jose was the cocaine boss Straight from Columbia, his cocaine soft But Jose was out fuckin his sister Hittin shorty off 'cause' he had love for his sister And shorty had no love for his sister 'cause' sister was sniff up everything Jose gives her But shorty had a plan for them both 'cause' he was good at handlin coke and Jose liked that Problem was, he was pitchin for the dudes down the street You know, Cj, Big Boo, and Meleke Meleke was a killa, Boo was a killa Cj, well he's just anotha nigga Despite the fact, they didn't like the fact, that he was close to Jose and he might just rat And bein that he was a bitch and he ain't know when its here They set it up to get him there n hit him there But shorty was smart, so before they got to load up n spark he said hold up my heart Please, then he said Please, look up in my bag, there's cook up in my bag It's all good up in my bag And there's more where that came frome It came from Jose, believe me there's more where that caine from So they let him go thinkin he would tell them where Jose kept the heavy coke But instead he told Jose bout that And we all know Jose bout that Next thing we know we see Jose slouch back And he said there's no way out that He said shoot em ima blow they house back Next day Jose sent the 2-way out town And next minute someone blew they house down Jose think shorty on his side But he don't know shorty on his side So shorty called Jose, like listen, it's going down I need more cocaine So they met up, it was a set up Guess who? Cj, Meleke and Boo speed up You shoulda seen the look on old man's face You neva seen a look on no man's face Told him no mans great, and it's no man's place To fuck with no man's fam And he said where's my sister before I kill you The End [Outro] The story's over man (over man) They all kinda end like that man, ya dig You see, I told this story because I kinda feel like, every hood, everybody, everybody gotta lil boy fresh and them somewhere Weither it's right next door, across the hall Up the block, down the block, around the corner I mean, you see, you see we all see the same shit, just through diffent eyes You surprised? Don't be man, It's just real shit Holla at ya boy dipset, AYE! |
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| 12. |
| 3:30 |
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<i>[Intro]</i>
You know me, yea u niggas know me Been searching for good times man, can't seem to find none. Must be lost, We'll get em back though. <i>[Chorus x2]</i> I look around, like where the good times at? I'm just tryin to bring the good times back. <i>[verse 1]</i> DO you remember? Them good ol' things, Tag, skully, them good ol'games. Yea, those were the good ol' days, every hustler had good cocaine. Remba new now? That good ol' grease, for them good ol' waves, remba that good ol' fade? Remba that good ol' brush, that you kept in your back pocket, after that good ol' cut. Remba them good ol' block parties and cookouts, everybody on the block partyin and cookout. Nobody get shot during the cookout. Mayb a fight niggas box during the cookout. Niggas laugh, shout, during the cookout. Damn! How you get knocked out during the cookout? Remba ya good ol fam, that one dude you could count on ya good ol man? (my nigga) Remba that good ol jam? That drove u crazy, make u jus wanna hold cha lady (come here baby) Remba goin to that good ol flick, witcha good ol chick, and it didnt make u a trick? Remba waitin for them good ol holidays? Broke or not they was good ol holidays. As long as u had ur good on aunti, ur good ol nanny, your good ol family. Yep! <i>[Chorus]</i> Wont cha, wont cha come on back to me? <i>[x3]</i> Do you remember, them good ol nites? Smokin, drikin them good ol dice. To the deuce u rolled twice, Ace, damn gotta pay that good ol price. Remba them ol "yo MtV raps" man, i hope they bring yo mtv back. Remba Walkin through them good ol streets, new...MJ's on ya good ol feet? Remba, that good ol chain u used to wear, u aint know if it was fake you didnt care. Remba? taht good ol money you got that knot with the good ol 20 on top. Do ya? remba those good things, remba those hood thangs, remba feelin those hood pains? Remba those good ol friends u used to have? Pitch for u, those good ol friend taht made you laugh? Remba, the time you shared with the ones you loved? lost, the one above? Remba all the thing u wanted to be? Doctor, Lawyer, knew at least one you could be. Remba that good ol dream u used to have? Similar to the one Dr. King used to have. Remba everything about those good ol days, that make you say the good ol's changed. <i>[Chorus x2]</i> Wont cha, wont cha come on back to me? <i>[x4]</i> |
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| 13. |
| 2:59 |
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[Chorus]
Rock the boat don't sink the ship. Do you like to get freaky freaky? Do you to get kinky kinky? (Yeah, I like to get freaky, freaky) (Yeah, I like to get kinky, kinky) Do ya Good I get the boat rockin' (yeah) Good let's get the boat rockin' (yeah) Good we got the boat rockin' (yeah) Good lets get keep the boat rockin' Now how many chicks in this bitch like dick? Well how many dudes in this room like pune? Holy moly the rap Goldie Oh he back put up yours now clap That, that's the sound I like to hear That, that's the bounce I like to hear Now grab a chick and get freaky Whisper at her, are you kinky And if she tell you yes Found another chick that tell you yes and bail for sex I bet that will be freaky (Yeah that will be kinky) (yea) Tap it up slap it up flip it rub it down don't forget to wrap it up Then tell shorty to back it up Just like a truck that's backing up (yeah) (aye!) [Chorus] Rock the boat don't sink the ship. Mami take your pick who you leavin' with huh? Rock the boat don't sink the ship. Shorty take your pick who you leavin' with huh? Now guess who's back in the mothafuckin' house Front get punched in your mothafuckin' mouth But I ain't come for that dear baby Tell me you had a pap smear lately (huh?) Ill be your check up guy Check up low check up high Check out bye bye then I'm gone like the wind Find a sucka spend all night with him I just wanna do the nasty withcha withcha Not download a nasty picture picture 'cause I don't know about the internet I just how much I'm into sex (yea) What's poppin' withcha is you tryin' to get it poppin sista No shrimp no lobster dish (uh huh) Just lots of dick (huh) [Chorus] Rock the boat don't sink the ship. Mami take your pick who you leavin' with huh? Rock the boat don't sink the ship. Shorty take your pick who you leavin' with huh? |
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| 14. |
| 4:05 |
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(feat. Cam'Ron)
(Intro) (sample) Out in the street They call it murder (Juelz Santana + (sample)) Up (in the street) Gun tucked (in the street) Niggaz front (in the street) Get bucked and (they call it murder) Up (in the street) Gun tucked (in the street) Buck buck and (they call it murder) (Chorus: Juelz Santana) Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to) Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to) Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (I'm 'bout to) Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder these streets (Verse 1: Juelz Santana) I stay up My gun tucked I gives a fuck So, welcome to jamrock No, welcome to my damn block Where the slugs and cans pop For the ones and tan rocks Kids play in the sandbox Other kids Lay in boxes with sandtops You can't stop this Murder, murder, mu-murder, murder, mu-murder shit, this Servin', servin', se-servin', servin', se-servin' bricks, we Purchase, purchase, pu-purchase, and purchase, purchase whips, we Swervin, swervin, sw-swervin, swervin, on purpose, bitch Try to stop me, you ain't, kid Try to pop me, you can't live If so, you'll need an oxygen tank, shit And for those bucks I'm no punk I'm Scarface, coked up, you know what (sniff) I think I need another hit (sniff) You know who you fuckin' with (Chorus - 2X) (Verse 2: Juelz Santana) I bang I slang My nuts hang, yup So don't get it confused or fucked up My dudes will jump up The ruger, dump dump, bup bup And (they call it murder) Act stupid, the gat's shootin (gunshot) We'll leave you there, leave you square Box style, box style, he who dares (dares) Don't play Be calm now, calm down cuz We all know you're not a killa killa gorilla, man Y'all know I get that scrilla scrilla f'reala, fam Catch me in the chinchilla all through the winter, man Never catch me trippin', slippin', and kill me, damn I show the hood love They show me love back And the hood is where my heart is, so I love that Nah, you can't keep a black man down I'm worldwide, Harlem's own, Manhattan bound AY (Chorus - 2X) (Verse 3: Cam'Ron) Killa, killa, more killin' killin' for killa killa Feel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on gorillas Santana, bananas, clip bananas, wrapped in bandannas Hammers, hammers, no cameras, you'll be runnin to nana (nana nana) Nana nana Santana, he be holding berettas Killa killa kills civilians, you know I'm no better Mo' betta' betta', cheddar cheddar, you'll be dead on your lever For cheddar cheddar, heads we sever, go get it together Get it together, now now get my pape's right Come through late night I know what it tastes like (what's that?) Some good coke, dawg, go get your face pipe Put on my Laker jersey, then I go rape white (number 8) You got G ma, I got G too, shit She wanna fly G-4, won't fly G-2 (nope) Need ten thousand, you won't get a G, boo Only G you gettin' is me, O.G., trueness (OUTRO: Juelz Santana + (Cam'Ron)) (Murder, murder) Haha, haha I told you I told you you niggaz was in trouble man DipSet (murda) The new season has officially begun (murda) Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
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| 3:59 |
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[Juelz]
God will never put you in a situation that you can't handle But you can definitley put ya self in a siyuation you can't handle And some situations end in death And death is a mothafucka ya dig [Juelz] Old timer want the block back, stop that You been gone too long the young nigga said Lord knows, what's goin through this young niggaz head As the old timer stood and grilled him Pissed off, shorty looked at his man Touched his burner like I shoulda killed him Shorty in deep, but hew don't care But he don't know, these old timers don't play fair There he go, postin on his strip again Toast on him, niggaz wit 'em, posted on his shit again (Uh-Oh) He actin like it can't and it won't happen Old timer bout to blow dust off that old cabinet (Thats,that's,Thats) Where dem guns is kept These young niggaz better show some respect (respect) I'll Teach 'em a lesson, he said to his self As he proceeded to pull the lead from his shelf Now he headed towards shorty block, forty cocked On his zip, on his shit, like he don't care who shorty wit But somebody saw him, before he go to shorty Shorty phone ring, somebody called him Somebody warned him, he's comin he's comin Shorty replied, somebody stall him Then he crept up wit his goons and guns Whispered in to old timers ear, death is soon to come [Chorus] They say hell is hot,but is heaven cold Know one ever knows til you Gone, gone, gone And when you gone does ya soul drift off to a better place Or do you jus float up and fade Away,away,away,away, like a bird when its headed towards the sky (huh, huh) Or do you just die (huh huh) Or do you just perish from the earth and its over [Juelz] Baddest bitch up on the block Prolly make a nigga cum when as soon as she get up on the cock She fuck wit Tony don't she (don't she) Oh he's, not ya average drug dealer, fa sho he's Bien watched by police, feds Investigators, oh, can't forget the haters Home girl ain't got a clue what he do for a livin She jus think she got a dude wit a pension She don't know dis dude is a henchman And he move on dudes wit the cruelest intensions All she know she got a brand new benz And its big enough for her and all her brand new friends (Damn) There she go, all through the street wit it Dude in and outta towen, she all through the street wit it We all know the street talk, we all know the street missin Next thing she's missin....(music stops, phone rings twice) "Hello", "Ay nigga I got yo bitch, have a million sent up or she dead" Damn,she in deep shit, and she did nothin I betchu she ain't see dis comin, but he did Cause he did nothin, he ain't pay (pay) He told 'em keep dat bitch, he okay He got a wife and a kid, back home And he don't care about the life that she live (Damn) Now that's wrong (wrong) But the story ain't over it drags on (aw man what happened next) They wind up beating her down Breathless, he winds up fleein the town (til the next bitch) [Chorus] [Juelz] And um, I say that to say this, alotta people don't appreciate life til their gone I mean, alotta situations can be avoided, you just gotta avoid it ya dig Jus don't be one of them people I'm talkin bout, ya know.... |
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| 16. |
| 2:47 |
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Hey ja, I think juelz is back in town
[CHORUS] Juelz back and he's better than ever This is crack and it's better than ever Get, get back 'cause whatever's whatever Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back [VERSE 1] I'm back and I'm back and I'm back and I'm back in affect I'm back and I'm back and I'm back as a matter of fact I'm jabbin', I'm jabbin', I'm jabbin', I'm jabbin' 'em back What's happened has happened and I'm what's happenin' back I'm packin' a mack in the back of the cadillac I'm badder than that than half of the bastards who rap I'm battin' at that with a baseball hat and a bat Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back I'm fuckin this track I been fuckin this track up, I'm doin' I come with the mack, if you bust that shit back up, I'm shootin' He front and he act up, there's nothin' to back up his shootin' Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back I bubble the crack 'cause I cut it to packs and I move it It's nothin' to that, but it's somethin' to that 'cause I do it They runnin' you back, I'm runnin' it back, I'm movin' Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back [Chorus (2x)] [VERSE 2] Yo, I'm doper than doper, than doper, than doper, than doper I'm closer to dope than actual dope is to dope I roll in the smoke let 'em know it's potent I smoke Take coke to the boat, the boat to the ocean and float I know what I know about hoes that I know that you don't I know I control 'em I poke 'em and open 'em slow I know that I'm flowin', so why stop flowin', keep goin' Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back I know that I'm killin', and killin' is just what I do I know them gorillas we all used to chill in the zoo I know how to get her, kill him and get up to you Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back I know that I'm iller, the illest, and iller than you Hold up my nigga, there's nothin' you niggas can do My four-fifth is bigger I spit it and it enters in you Hey ya'll, hey ya'll the kid is back [CHORUS (2x)] |
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| 3:51 |
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I don't feel the suns comin' out today
its staying in, its gonna find another way. As I sit here in this misery, I don't think I'll ever see the sun from here. And oh as I fade away, they'll all look at me and say, and they'll say, Hey look at him! I'll never live that way. But that's okay they're just afraid to change. When you feel your life ain't worth living you've got to stand up and take a look around you then a look way up to the sky. And when your deepest thoughts are broken, keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin' it's time to die. And as we all play parts of tomorrow, some ways will work and other ways we'll play. But I know we all can't stay here forever, so I want to write my words on the face of today. and then they'll paint it And oh as I fade away, they'll all look at me and they'll say, Hey look at him and where he is these days. When life is hard, you have to change. |
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| 18. |
| 3:38 |
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[Santana talking]
W-what is this, this sound like some graveyard s*** Well that's what the f*** they gon need Cause I'mma bury these niggas this time around [Verse 1] Who better than me, you better than me S*** you never will see if you dead and deceased Keep two', lead, and the piece and I'm busting it off right Leave a trail of smoke like a f***ing exhaust pipe Took the coke up out the stash cause they know about the stash Now I'm like swallow these dope up in the bags Coke up in the bags, yeah sown up in the bags I do my chicks like Ludacris blow it out your a** I'm a mean pimp you know what I mean pimp Four hoes on each strip all bringing me chips Futuristic, so when I'm gon they gon have to do balistics Just to prove I'm this sick You n***as need to be spank by your mami For ever thinking you'll be greater than I'll be You get that short late waist pack money I get that all straight a.s.a.p. money bring it here now! [Chorus 2x] Touch the coke, touch the pot, add the soda what you got ME! I am what I am I be what I be and that you will see I AM CRACK!! [Verse 2] Who want it with I you want it with I I'll shoot one of ya eyes You'll lose one of ya eyes I'll jam move and slump ya Leave your body in ranch cuckamonga with ants moving under My flows so in order I can turn soap and water to ocean water and float the border You never will be what I forever will be Your tombstone never will read we buried a G nope!! I'm so mean and nice with the things I write Jesus might say Jesus Christ It's only rap so why y'all trying to hold me back Like y'all ain't ask for to owe me back I'M HERE! My peoples play and sling cocaine More than Billy Blanco from Carliton's Way So you can find me on the streets okay With that big f***ing piece okay [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] Too dope for this but you won't admit So my two's smoking spit make you choke on spit You ever seen a man gag and gargle Sound like a new born trying to ask for bottles They like cut it out you slacking But I bust it out in rapping Can you name a n***a better without me busting out in laughing? N***a you couldn't spit enough to get at me I'll stretch ya for extracurricular activity I'm more macing than grace is when I say s*** You should say amen after my name kid Yes this is that of greatest You should say amen after this statement [Chorus 2x] |
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| 19. |
| 3:01 |
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San-tana (aye) It's dipset Bitch There it go Baby don't stop now There it go Baby don't stop now There it go Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay) Time to whistle at her Aye girl you make my whistle blow There it go Bring it here baby There it go Bring it here baby Top down and im at it again It's hot now and i'm at it to win (you heard me) Who want it with me Nobody wanna it with me Oh im so fly Oh Mami come n get me Sit it down Back up Bring it on back up Move it till you feel something hard on your back (Ugh) There it go If u want it come and get it I aint kiddin im wit it Here it go (go) So Girl LET ME SEE YOU GET LOW There it go Yea jus like that Move your thang like a boomarang And come right back There it go I dont need to ask i proceed to grab A chiks up my G'd up swagger There it go There it Go Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay) Time to whistle at her Aye girl you make my whistle blow There it go Bring it here baby (c'mon) There it go Bring it here baby (c'mon) Aye girl let me see you get low There it go Set it down baby There it go Set it down baby There it go its dipset (ohh) There it go Aye Aye Aye There it go its dipset (ohh) There it go Aye Aye Aye I got to get it I'm so hot terrific So not fair to the other guyz to sin it I know not unlimit Theres no skys a limit Till then Imma do imma do imma do ma thang So baby keep moving moving n moving your thang And that'll keep you n you n you in the ring (or maybe not) Aye girl you make me want to know You do it like a pro lil lady If so bring it here let it show lil lady There it go Lets go lil lady to the crib, to the tele You kno lil lady Run Yes girl Uhm yes you can have a Confess girl to the sunset girl (girl) But first i gotta Undress girl So take off dem clothes and UNdress Girl Damn shorty look good and i'm thinkin bout gettin at her (okay) Time to whistle at her Aye girl you make my whistle blow There it go Bring it here baby (c'mon) There it go Bring it here baby (c'mon) Aye girl let me see you get low There it go Set it down baby There it go Set it down baby
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| 20. |
| 4:15 |
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Huh, okay, put the kids to bed
Put 'em to bed now I said put 'em to bed now! Do it! Yeah, yeah It's goin' down DipSet, bitch Juelz Santana Ay [Chorus] Grip to it, kick to it Fuck that, spit to it Sorry people, party people This ain't kids' music Nope This is violence (violence, violence) This is violence (violence) Violence The champ is back Yup This is my anthem track Yup This wasn't made for to dance or for your hands to clap This that Gutter, gutter motherfucker Ay This that Get your knife, time to gut a motherfucker Ay They hand you the snub Dismantle your mug A head shot have you looking like you shampoo with blood The vandalous thugs The scandalous thugs That go to your block, piss on the spot where your candle's put up This ain't no damn push music Or no hammish (?) music This ain't party time it's army time Ambush music This that cripple fly, kill a guy, full blown gorilla-fied Don't go in the club if you can't get your clip inside music This that half a pound, back 'em down, ask around Nobody say nuttin', cause they know they gon' get gatted down music That pop and squeeze, lots of screams, guess what Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King music [Chorus] Let's get ready to rumble (yup) This that gritty, gritty for shizzy y'all (yup) For shizzy, nizzy, I'll kill a nigga, he piss me off (Ay) Heat him down, keep the pound, see him now, beat him down I ain't talkin' 'bout a bush when I say he'll get beat around music He ain't actin' right, grab and fight, stab him right Show dude old school snatches at taxes night Sip sizzurp, smoke weed, x up, coke, please Dope fiends, get a load of this new codeine That music, crack music, peel a nigga cap to it No reason at all This music is that stupid (Ay) It's the code of silence (no it's) Spoken silence Right now I am promoting violence (Ay) Why shouldn't I get the vest and spit the thing (Ay) When y'all promote cigarettes and nicotine (Ay) And y'all hope we stop it Y'all told me stop it Y'all the ones that keep promoting violence (Ay) [Chorus] This the shit that the gangstas love Stomp out a gang of bud Squeeze off a gang of slugs We gotta vacate the club music That's how the gangstas does Shanking O.J., a thug Go get your glock, and let it pop Just like Bacon does music We the few left that does what we do best This here, get clear Illegal in the U.S. I overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack a Tec I could just snap my hand and have a nigga snap ya neck This the talk is cheap, so I let the luger speak Pump the torch, then dump the corpse off in Dawson's Creek The O.G. killer is back So if you're living is whack Come see me, little nigga, I'll give you a gat like Here, here's a hammer nigga Here, go hurt a nigga Here, go jam a nigga Here, go murk a nigga |
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| 4:09 |
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[Child]
Daddy? [baby cries] Daddy? [slight echo] [Juelz Santana] Daddy? (just to hear you breathing) Damn man this shits crazy Got a little son now, little me Runnin around, its crazy I'd do anything man, do anything Life is precious, remember that. And if I die then my child'll be a bastard [verse 1] I just had a newborn, Shorty weighs 7 pounds, 6 ounces, 20 inches, too strong, I'm happy now, ima daddy now, I gotta be there, I ain't get to see my daddy around, We ain't never get to ball out kid, I was young, the game caught him before I did, but Back to you son, as for you son, I'd do any and everything, that's the truth son, From the dirtiest diaper, till you get old enough to dirty your nikes up, I'm your clean up man, You ever need a hand, need a foot, need a heart, need a lung, Reach for the phone, call me up son, Yes, everything drops for you, everything stops for you, I'll bury a block for you, I'll let go every shot for you, and I'll reload the clip, just to make sho he's hit [chorus] I gotta little boy to look after, I gotta little boy to look after, [said] I gotta little boy to look after, And if I die then my child'll be a bastard [x2] [verse 2] Everyday I look in your face, I sit back and I smile, Look at his face, its just like mine, wow, Damn, this kid shines, Authority and prioritys, this kids mine, so, That means I gotta beat him if I have to, Keep him out of bad schools, teach him how to rap smooth, Show him the ropes like, make sure his rope's tight, No screws loose, no loose screws, Got manners, got morals, got sense of respect, Cause when you gone, boy that's all you got left, You ever get craze for candy, don't take a strangers candy, Open a strangers candy, those are the strangest candys, I'm your rider, your guider, pusher, provider, But most of all I'm your father and I'm just looking out for you, When there's a problem, man I'm just looking out for you, I'm not talking man, I'm just pulling out for you, The ford, a sword, the hood'll come out for you, And what I'm about to do, you shouldn't go out and do, You just make sure your good to me, you good to mom, Respect your elders, you grow to be good and strong, [chorus] I gotta little boy to look after, I gotta little boy to look after, [said] I gotta little boy to look after, And if I die then my child'll be a bastard [x2] [verse 3] I raise you up in the sky, like behold, The only thing greater then I, YOU, my greatest achievement, F*** a platinum plaque, this is history in the making, believe it, Without you I can't make or succeed s***, I can't think, I can't wake up and eat s***, You the reason, that I'm breathin, And I will stop at any moment to see this, child live a better life, Wow its a better life, but you better throw down if you ever fight, Like Rocky do, don't be no punk when its time to get up and put on your boxing shoes, You lace em up tight, you fall, get up fight, You lose, oh well, we all lose some fights, Just be a man about yours, life is all about handling yours, So you just keep handling yours. [chorus] I gotta little boy to look after, I gotta little boy to look after, [said] I gotta little boy to look after, And if I die then my child'll be a bastard [x2] |
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| 2:57 |
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I been paying attention to what's going on out there man (yep) I been watching you niggaz stealing my ways and shit (uh-huh) And it's getting out of control now (out of control) I'ma telling you du.. I been paying attention to what's going on out there man (yep) I been watching you niggaz stealing my ways and shit (uh-huh) And it's getting out of control now (out of control) I'ma telling you dudes like I tell my woman (listen) Don't watch me, watch TV This is pay-per-view you gotta pay for this Aye! [Verse 1] First, let me take time to brush my shoulders off Wait...I had to dust my shoulders off Thanks, y'all been waiting, been patient, been anxious Now I herefore bring back me, your greatness (yes) The rap Ali, jab I weave Then come back with the same jab times three I blow smoke to the heaven I'm so close to perfection Rap's one big casino, I'm plotting Ocean Eleven (ay) I might have sold the least But I still manage to be most feared by most emcees (good) Who holding me Who close to me For sho papi, nobody yeah that's how it's supposed to be Now listen you can either comprehend it or compliment it It's all authentic (yep) But you better believe whatever I say Guess what you can bet it all I meant it (AYE) [Hook] Mic check one two one two (one two) Mic check one two one two (one two) Mic check one two what is this Santana's back to business, let's go (ay) Mic check one two one two (check) Mic check one two one two (check) Mic check one two what is this Santana's back to business, let's go (Verse 2] Bad news, rap dudes, I'm back fools Give the thrown up, this is that jack move (jack move) Ha-choo I just sneezed and the track moved (ha-choo) God blessed me, yes that's true So bright, throw lights up for me For life married the game, throw rice up for me (yes) So nice, throw ice up for me (yes) Two pieces for B.I.G. and one piece for tha kid (yes) I am back yup put a stack up Let it down set it down now I'm 'bout to act up For you to get rid of me you'll need about 50 G's In army fatigues ready to bleed please believe (Wow) If you catch me pushing a whip It's a new coupe wit a lip Or something foreign I'll never forget Yes I'm the man bet I'm the man Am I here to save the day? Oh yes I definitely am [Hook] Mic check one two one two (one two) Mic check one two one two (one two) Mic check one two what is this Santana's back to business, let's go (ay) Mic check one two one two (check) Mic check one two one two (check) Mic check one two what is this Santana's back to business, let's go [Verse 3] Look homie quick homie Get a camera get a flick (yes) Get a load of this homie I spit homie the flow so sick homie Once again I'm back this is it homie The album's done, which mean the album's coming Spent a while but (fuck) it This time around I'm fronting I done styled and stunted I done wild in public I done paid my dues Did my hundred miles and running Now I'm back (ay)..
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