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