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Now once again, a deep thought of Aaliyah Crosses my mind, I rethought that I seen her, all in my mind Memories of Big, all in the lime light, all of the time, all on his grind, right I'm blacking out about 'Pac, blacking out on them cops Middle finger, after blacking out from them shots And I go visit Shyne, in my distant mind I tell him stay up, cause in there it's a different grind I see Eazy and Jam Master laughin' Big L still rappin, like it never happened I got a sick sense with me, God picked then sent me To this earth place, to win in the first place Visions of mommy, on an Island somewhere, yeah, I designed just for my mommy My whole life is a blessing, that's why I'm so nice, so right Approach mics with aggression I got the type of obsession I would like to progress in I write about me, and the life of my henchmen I blow dice, roll twice to the deuce That was nights, that was life on the stoop This shit gotta change Can't forget the hard white in the boot White car stripped with the blue, narc parked right in the coup, damn They riding around with a license to shoot I'm riding around with no license and hoop, follow me now Follow me down, this yellow brick road 187, hello, every ghettos zip code I had to change my pace up, so I went left, while everybody went right Had to switch the waste up, now I'm better off Met Cam set it off, did the mix tape now look dip set is off Put the bid in Def Jam bet it all First writers refusal, Dame wouldn't let us off So we matched it, we signed labels with Dashius Cam goes platinum, the set is up next A double album, we set for the best Juelz is the test, which is me, fail or succeed But still I'm here in the flesh, handing you breath Mixed with a lot of thought, The Santana, Robb Report I bring you more than just music I bring you me and all of my movement I bring my whole life all in the booth shit And I'm all in the booth with, the headphones on, the lights cut down And all of this true shit |
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I make music I consider a challenge Like this here, reminds me of Gilligan's Island And that reminds of Harlem, where my niggaz is whylin The only borough that was built on an island, woah You fucks probably ain't know, if they cut off the bridges We'd be stuck, forced to live on the Island But we gangstas, riders, 9/11 survivors Niggaz still want beef than holla You think you bout it, get your piece and holla Squeze the piece when I think it's problems, do you follow? A young Muhammad Atta, no plane lessons, cocaine lessons, just a plot of towers Before they crashed and divided the towers I'm hurtin' working hard to reprovide the towers, like Bring 'em back up, lift 'em back up Niggaz back up, or lift us back up Okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay Y'all can't fuck with me, okay Now let me hear you say, OKAY It's Santana the great again, tie him up, bandana his face again I tried to tell 'em it's no escaping the basics And no escaping the hatred and no escaping the matrix man Only Neo is me, no Cleo can see my future, if she did I'd shoot her They tried to say the mission was impossible I came through, crew did it, got it poppin' too Two bitches on my side both prostitutes Gray smoke, mobster's suit, yeah they get it poppin' too I get my ace holes chopped in two, dimes, quarters, rocks in two The fiends cop it too Yeah, look at 'em rockin' two, rockin' boat, Rock n' Jock Stop and plot, hot a BLDAT Fucka, this nigga gotta stop, out of sight, out of mind He gotta go, he out of line: 2x Okay, okay, okay Okay, Okay, Okay Okay, Okay, Okay Y'all can't fuck with me, OKAY |
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Uh, Santana, let's do it Yeah, DipSet Man where ever I go, I hold it down I blow it down, you see me, believe me it's (Going down) These hoes love me to death, they mumble under they breath Lovely duets, boy, I'm (Going down) I thought Mary J. was under my steps, nah I'm just playing Love when ya sweat, keep singing (Going down) I'm so fucking amazin, like Jordan to the league When he first came in, it's (Going down) I know you mad, my career's blowing up Going up, holding up, and your's is (Going down) Slowly but surely, so coked to the shorty's Caught by the boys, the judge says your (Going down) I had to call up my lawyer, gotta make court And yawning, it's four in the morning, it's (Going down) I need be out by the morning Man the police need me to be out by the morning, or nothings (Going down) Yeah, I tryed to help ya, tryed to warn ya Tryed to tell ya it's (Going down) But, wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe it Look I succeded, it's (Going down) Baby keep walking wit ya hip, I keep walking wit a limp Yeah you talking to a pimp it's (Going down) Again, I tryed to help ya, tryed to warn ya Tryed to tell ya it's (Going down) Now look, I'm back stronger than ever Money's longer than ever, longer Baretta, it's (Going down) Man we could get it on, it's whatever The morns the better, I'm shorter, I'm better whenever it's (Going down) Got a new chick, badder than ever Ass fatter than ever, got it together and love (Going down) No bud, no kiss, no hug No rub, no bath, no tub, just love (Going down) Yeah, that's my kind of baby That's my kind of lady it's (Going down) And the purse, you might find a eighty Underneath her lip gloss, shorty keeps some lip gloss she's (Going down) And that's why I love her, that's also why I don't trust her Think she got her a sucker, nope (Going down) Got another thing coming, not a baby but a believe me I done it (Going down) Yeah, mama look at me now, mama look at me how Ya beautiful child it's (Going down) Mama look up and smile, you made a beautiful child Still shooting the pound it's (Going down) Gotta survive, manuever through towns Gotta drive, smooth through the town, or it's (Going down) Cops on my ass, gotta shoot through the town Shooting the pound, I ruined it now it's (Going down) Only question is, will I get caught Will I get cuffed, will I see court, will people see me (Going down) No they won't, man I'ma survivor Plus I gotta lady cop that's a rider, so nothing's (Going down) You might catch me, crossing the border Crossing the water, three ladies out and deported it's (Going down) I caught 'em swimming, north of the border Lost in the water, caught 'em and scored 'em, now they (Going down) Going down Going down Going down Going down |
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Uh, Santana, let's do it Yeah, DipSet Man where ever I go, I hold it down I blow it down, you see me, believe me it's (Going down) These hoes love me to death, they mumble under they breath Lovely duets, boy, I'm (Going down) I thought Mary J. was under my steps, nah I'm just playing Love when ya sweat, keep singing (Going down) I'm so fucking amazin, like Jordan to the league When he first came in, it's (Going down) I know you mad, my career's blowing up Going up, holding up, and your's is (Going down) Slowly but surely, so coked to the shorty's Caught by the boys, the judge says your (Going down) I had to call up my lawyer, gotta make court And yawning, it's four in the morning, it's (Going down) I need be out by the morning Man the police need me to be out by the morning, or nothings (Going down) Yeah, I tryed to help ya, tryed to warn ya Tryed to tell ya it's (Going down) But, wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe it Look I succeded, it's (Going down) Baby keep walking wit ya hip, I keep walking wit a limp Yeah you talking to a pimp it's (Going down) Again, I tryed to help ya, tryed to warn ya Tryed to tell ya it's (Going down) Now look, I'm back stronger than ever Money's longer than ever, longer Baretta, it's (Going down) Man we could get it on, it's whatever The morns the better, I'm shorter, I'm better whenever it's (Going down) Got a new chick, badder than ever Ass fatter than ever, got it together and love (Going down) No bud, no kiss, no hug No rub, no bath, no tub, just love (Going down) Yeah, that's my kind of baby That's my kind of lady it's (Going down) And the purse, you might find a eighty Underneath her lip gloss, shorty keeps some lip gloss she's (Going down) And that's why I love her, that's also why I don't trust her Think she got her a sucker, nope (Going down) Got another thing coming, not a baby but a believe me I done it (Going down) Yeah, mama look at me now, mama look at me how Ya beautiful child it's (Going down) Mama look up and smile, you made a beautiful child Still shooting the pound it's (Going down) Gotta survive, manuever through towns Gotta drive, smooth through the town, or it's (Going down) Cops on my ass, gotta shoot through the town Shooting the pound, I ruined it now it's (Going down) Only question is, will I get caught Will I get cuffed, will I see court, will people see me (Going down) No they won't, man I'ma survivor Plus I gotta lady cop that's a rider, so nothing's (Going down) You might catch me, crossing the border Crossing the water, three ladies out and deported it's (Going down) I caught 'em swimming, north of the border Lost in the water, caught 'em and scored 'em, now they (Going down) Going down Going down Going down Going down |
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| 4:18 |
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(Juelz talking) Flutes...what? Bring in the Opera manOpera SingingDip Set let's get it on This is marching music, this is monster music Everybody get the fuck up, get to stomping to it Get the band, get the drumline, we marching to it Get your aunt, get your uncles, get your mom's into it This is lovely noise, this is club knocking This is razors out chump, this is club ox'ing This is grab a bitch, get the club rockin' Hit the bar, big spender, get the bub' poppin' This is move, get the fuck out the way Or get moved the fuck out the way, chump Niggaz get tools the fuck in the club Niggaz get moved the fuck in the club, don't play punk Niggaz get schooled outside of the class from tryin' be fast Shots hot and pop in your ass nigga Bitches cut school to get with the boy Your wife'll cut you to get with the boy, it's Big Pimpin' here Big lobster, big shrimp in here, big mobsters, big fish in here Yeah, get your fishing gear, they'll flip ya yeah They'll twista ya yeah, they'll let you know the Dips is here Get it clear This is monster music, this is contra music This is arms out, bombs out, bombin' music This is launchin' music, this embalmin' fluid Everybody get the fuck up get to stompin' to it This is monster music, this is contra music This is niggaz, this is bitches, this is all our music This is marchin' music, this embalmin' fluid Everybody get the fuck up, get to stompin' to it My Kappa's, my sigma's, my clappers, my niggaz My Alfa's, my beta's, cowards and haters Come style with the players, crack a thousand gators Big gun, get wild and I'll spray ya Big gun, sit down for I spray ya, or quick run I'll shower you later, I don't mind nigga I ain't got nothin' but time nigga Plus you ain't hard to find niggaz, three blocks from my niggaz Where they squeeze glocks, divide niggaz And that green top suplies niggaz, lean drop beside niggaz Easdrop and watch niggaz, we cop and ride niggaz Coke hard, go hard we block niggaz Young Joe Clark lean on me, shots go off Should've told you not to lean on me Your bitch wont fuck you I told her not to cheat on me I think you're a clown she totally agrees with me She comes over and she sleeps with me USe the bathroom and pees with me, and goes home and eats with you (Damn) You a chump nigga, you a punk nigga, get a grib, get your weight up nigga This is monster music, this is contra music This is arms out, bombs out, bombin' music This is launchin' music, this embalmin' fluid Everybody get the fuck up get to stompin' to it This is monster music, this is contra music This is niggaz, this is bitches, this is all our music This is marchin' music, this embalmin' fluid Everybody get the fuck up, get to stompin' to itOpera sings until fades...Dip Set let's get it on |
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ard my man Luca was out
I guess he's... BACK A-GAIN, Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee BACK A-GAIN Same gansta team, new gangsta lean Chasin' the fuckin' cream BACK A-GAIN Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact Ladies holla back BACK A-GAIN This time we here to stay Ain't got no time to play Now I'm "Back A-gain", just like flash was Bad like Shaft was, react like Cassius... Clay did in the ring with his back up... Against the ropes, jab, jab, back up It's all for what, it's all for us, all for bucks You chumps remind me of Mister Softee chucks Icey niggaz, banana boat milkshake ice cream niggaz I don't like these niggaz, nope I pop shots, hot glocks, shoot through vans too Oh-Bob-bobalo-bamboo, move And I'm fo' really with the milly-o Leave many wholes like the cereal Cheerios You into funny money, I'm rakin' in silly do' The type that don't really fold, just sittin' there and gettin' old I got the game ina loop kid, kinda like Snoop did It's more than me, it's more than the music I'm.... BACK A-GAIN, Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee BACK A-GAIN Same gansta team, new gangsta lean Chasin' the fuckin' cream BACK A-GAIN Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact Ladies holla back BACK A-GAIN This time we here to stay Ain't got no time to play Stay out my fuckin' way (Verse) Come through new coup Z Three plus fitty, me plus Jimmy Speed up slow, ease up quickly Yeah we puff really, yeah we just silly Puddy-buddies yeah he just kills me, shit And I'm sick in the mind They don't understand this trife style lifestyle Live in a mine, but still I'm "Back A-Gain" BAck with my 45, Cadillac that my shorty drives Maggy-mackin' my shorty's live "Back A-Gain" Straight from 4-45, West 53 in Amsterdam Also known as Gramsterdam, way before the Santana man Long time ago, way before the bandana, damn Young scrammy scram on the block hand to hand Hard I was slangin' it, straight Leron James with it No big star, no big car One big rock, one big block, I'll go far BACK A-GAIN, Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee BACK A-GAIN Same gansta team, new gangsta lean Chasin' the fuckin' cream BACK A-GAIN Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact Ladies holla back BACK A-GAIN This time we here to stay Ain't got no time to play Stay out my fuckin' way Now this has been one hell of a year This has been one hell of a ride, I'm tellin' you guys They'd thought we'd never survive, Jeky'll and Hyde Or the great american pie, weapons collide Dead or alive, left with no choice but to um, better our lives Get up and strive, but um, get up and roll, get up ya know Get up and go, these motherfuckers ain't lettin' us go So we get up and take it, get up and make it happen for us Nobody can gt up and take this In rappin' we trust, gat packin's a must It's part of my nature, part of my wake up Part of my waist yup, pardon my waist chump For this part of my waist chump, come part in of your face, yup It's Santana, part of the great stuff Fo really man, pardon I'm great chump BACK A-GAIN, Back with my 45, gotta new quarter drive Tryin' to stay alllliiiiiivvveee BACK A-GAIN Same gansta team, new gangsta lean Chasin' the fuckin' cream BACK A-GAIN Fitted to the back, Throwy well intact Ladies holla back BACK A-GAIN This time we here to stay Ain't got no time to play Stay out my fuckin' way |
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I'm sorry.... I mean it too... let me talk to you.. knahmsayin?, tell you what it was all about maybe (Jealousy) We was in love it had to be the (Jealousy) that had me buggin all for nuttin (Jealousy, yeah) Now I'm a loner cuz of (Jealousy, yeah) I'm sorry man, oh Baby, all I wanted was a chance with you little love, little dance, romance with you shit I had big plans for you swear to God I never meant to put my hands on you thats not somethin that a man would do thats not something I had plans to do, I had plans to move take you with me, give you the Coupe give you the shoes, instead I was hearin' the news... You was out there buggin', fuckin' doin your dirt when, I was in the studio workin'.. shit I'm tryna make music that's perfect instead I gotta hear you out there foolin' and flirtin' You and your friends got a bad reputation already if I'm not mistaken already...uh but I gotta 'pologize to your mother and father shoulda never put my hands on your daughter But I ain't askin' you to drop no charges shit I did what I did, deserve the consequence I can't see myself copping a plea to one of these niggaz who bleeds the same as me I'ma G, I will cock and squeeze the same as E, take it to the same degree, please so let's leave it alone, we don't need this at home especially all over some fuckin.. (Jealousy, yeah) yeah thats what it's about right? (Jealousy, yeah), I never meant to touch you (Jealousy, yeah) uh, it was the (Jealousy,yeah) I was buggin, high (Jealousy, yeah) whoa (Jealousy, yeah) God forgive me my... (Jealousy, yeah) If I could take it back, you know I would, yes I would, yes I would Shit, now I don't know what made me..lift my hand up swing it at you, I musta been crazy musta been high, twisted off hazy fuck am I doing?, this is my baby and now I'm feeling like Kane from Menace II Society know your brothers wanna come back and fire me now I'm riding with my riders beside of me can't get caught slippin so they riding beside of me and Cam told me not to fuck with you he told me you known, the blocks corrupted you I told him nah, I had it locked, threw cuffs on you.. plus I had lots of love for you..huh so I'm stickin with my heart, that's my nigga to the heart but I'm stickin with my heart Now look....I'm sittin in the dark facin' a charge, gotta go sit up in a court all because, I was stupid and dumb shoulda never went through it with hun, shit but to this day, I never knew this would come i never thought that I would go through this with hun, no the one I wanted to marry...wanted to carry my baby through life maybe this life... we can't be together can't see together, can't see each other don't need each other, won't be together cuz of.. Jealousy, yeah oh, jealousy yeah Jealousy, yeah Damn, why did we have to go through this (Jealousy yeah) and its all because of this (Jealousy, yeah) I admit I was (Jealousy, yeah,) Jealousy, yeah uh, you was playin them games too sayin them names too... |
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Man all I hear is Santana this, Santana that Santana you can't do this, Santana you can't do that Man why I can't I just smoke a blunt and be me That's how I feel.. Okay it's Santana, I'm back again You know what man? What? What? This is... Yea You fuckas don't know a damn thing about me (Nope) A piece, a part, a hamstring about me The streets my heart you can't get it out me, it's You fuckas know me, it was a sharp throb in my bones I looked it was my own flesh, heart, and my bones, problems at home (Home) So I left them there, got up out the atmosphere Misery, loves company, I don't respect that there Dip Set on the posta, boy for coming so close to Being the black Lagrosta Nostra Jim is my big buzzin, Zeek's my big cousin Killa's my big nigga, also my big brother We are the Dip family, get a grip family Nothin alive can divide this family So come on roll with the Set, come on roll with the best The pain is felt niggaz know that you stressed (Oh) The game itself don't notice your stress You been left smokin, zoning on steps (No) That's not the way to go, but that's the way you'll go If you don't get up off you ass and find a way to go Streets to rap, yea that's the way I went Now its beats and rhymes, that's the way I pay the rent Fuck what ya think nigga Cause this is.. Niggaz know me |
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| 3:57 |
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Ay yo, My name mean a lot to me, pain mean a lot to me Fame means nothing, but the game means a lot to me I slang caine on these blocks for weeks Ever since Rocky III, and the death of Apollo Creed I was a tiny little poppy seed As grimey as I could be, as sheiesty as I could be Niggaz who live nicely, who don't understand the life of me Other niggaz don't like me, and wanna take my life from me They don't understand that I love it, and I like the beef The raw, the guns, the violence, it's all right with me I be laying in the cut where the sniper be Righteously, waiting for you to get out the driver's seat I don't think like usual people Who think like usual people, who don't think right I think like Muslims, in movements of people, who move they people And move on your people, power is stronger than voo doo and evil I'm immune, I drunk the juice, took a root from the needle Still trying to figure out, why I do, the crimes I do With the minds IQ, of an Einstein too Tell 'em, Cha-cha, and bon, bon goo, they think I'm crazy, well I do too Leave me alone please, I'm in my two-three zone please Nothing can stop me, you fuckers can't stop me It's like my life keeps turning around Every second I need a lighter, I keep burning it down I smoke so much, I could nurture a pound My thoughts are always foggy, they blurring right now listen I see the game for what it's worth, pain, fame and work Girls walk with they brain in their skirt So while you're fucker, they thinking Of ways to get even, or a way out the hood, they make up a reason For the judge, for you take him and see him Until you face a subpena, that'll change your demeanor So be careful, where you skating through this game Remember it's other niggaz playing, skating in your lane Don't get clipped, or stripped skating in the rain Cause niggaz will keep rolling, and skating on your brain That's just the rules and regulations of the game When you playing you, you playing, and you paying like you weigh in, so.. If not, those wolves aiming where you layin' And waiting on you patient with that thing up in the basement That's why I walk with that thing out, when I'm pasting Cause I know these niggaz hate it, that their little sisters love it And their girls really want it, plus I'm frontin Twenty three big truckin, new Z, new bucket Fuck it |
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Yeah Dip Set Juelz Santana (I'm liking this) Jim Jones, Freekey, Killa (R) Wherever I go (J) Dogg I'm in the hood screaming what's really good (R) Wherever I go (J) You already know, you already know (R) Wherever I go (J) We smoking the best here feeling you yes sir (R) Wherever I go (J) Things never change shit just stay the same Now they screaming out you already know How fast the coupe already goes when I step on the peddle I shoot the every show with the chicken stiletos I like that I'm just a kid from the ghetto We I move the petty goes In very town I touchdown in yep and puff down in Wherever I go Niggaz solute me your as truly santana the great oh You should be ashamed and embarrased How I came in the game got a name and established woh And my pivit is posted if you niggaz is scheming My niggaz will notice they will get you and blow it Man I did I dun I got it fuck it I admit it I stole it I'm that nigga I know it So come get it and you think you can hold it I don't think so nope I don't think so Its nobody gods I'm puffing marley ducking squaleys cars Wherever I go You know I stay fly float threw the sky smoke with my guys(westside k-town) On the corner where cotchies died now lets go to n.y. and love it But out on the west I don't step out of my vest unless doggs I'm about to have sex Wherever I go You know my wrist stay naughty No bitch can afford me I'm about girl I did it with wardy And the places I go we making the dough It's whips when we land there bitch we don't visit we got land there So where frequent flyers we cheat on flyers so please be quite Yeah Dip Set you already know I'm so built for doing this here Yeah I'm high I'm twisted on tilt still doing this here Keep a thick chick with me Taggin along fat ass and thong attached to my arm I might grab it I might smack it tell her to tag it along mack and then we gone You already know Wherever I go You see the cop over behind him fronting rocking them diamonds Glocking my lining till I spot me a diamond Cause a bitch into fucking Talked her lips into sucking coughing up shit when I'm puffing Man I'm talking like shit ain't nothing popping cooks of chris and I'm stunting I plays the bar for the night But shit I got to start me fight I said excuse me doggs pardon these Nikes (and Ones nigga) |
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| 1:17 |
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Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Dog, no set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) Hang with gangs, that hang and bang Animals, arrangatangs, hammers move, bangers bang Damn, it's new the game done changed I got a whole selection, a whole collection A ho selection of my ho collection And I'm big pimpin', stick givin', quick shiftin' Listen, this isn't, no damn game in here (Oww) Yeah, the whole byrd gang's in here, like Kurt Kobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah, stainless yeah Aim to kill yeah, bangers yeah, y'all some dead mother... And my diddy-pop, barge through the city blocks Hard with the pretty glock, charge and you getting shot Diddy to the bar, hard make her give a shot Get a broad, get here hot, get her home give her (Oww) Go,it's your birthday Go, go drink it girl, it's cumming, I know you're thirsty Harlem's my birthplace, tombstone birth place Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Dog, no set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) Jump, stomp, move, breathe We, in, too, deep, OKAY I'm lo-lo from the block again Po-po and the cops again, no homo but they cocking them Four-fos and glocks and them They the paparrazi, they the livest posses Kamakazi, nazi, nazi, copy papi I'm a baller baller, you're not at all a baller That's why I scored your daughter, left her home, call her, call her I'm in the low BM, yeah, with your old BM You smoke the Os and M, trojans and petroleums Yeah, and that's just incase the ho ain't safe Take it off, bend it over, throw it in, work it, work it Oops, squirt it, squirt Oops, oopsy dais, ohh I'm crazed Cho-cho train, co-ca mane, Zulu Gang I'm old school like Bambatta, no man's hotta The damn dadda, I jam proper, your man's not a Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Dog, no set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) Santana, Killa, Jim Jones, Freaky Killa, you already know what it is My man Juelz Santana, that boy got that crack man Diplomat Records man |
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| 3:39 |
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Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Dog, no set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) Hang with gangs, that hang and bang Animals, arrangatangs, hammers move, bangers bang Damn, it's new the game done changed I got a whole selection, a whole collection A ho selection of my ho collection And I'm big pimpin', stick givin', quick shiftin' Listen, this isn't, no damn game in here (Oww) Yeah, the whole byrd gang's in here, like Kurt Kobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah, stainless yeah Aim to kill yeah, bangers yeah, y'all some dead mother... And my diddy-pop, barge through the city blocks Hard with the pretty glock, charge and you getting shot Diddy to the bar, hard make her give a shot Get a broad, get here hot, get her home give her (Oww) Go,it's your birthday Go, go drink it girl, it's cumming, I know you're thirsty Harlem's my birthplace, tombstone birth place Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Dog, no set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) Jump, stomp, move, breathe We, in, too, deep, OKAY I'm lo-lo from the block again Po-po and the cops again, no homo but they cocking them Four-fos and glocks and them They the paparrazi, they the livest posses Kamakazi, nazi, nazi, copy papi I'm a baller baller, you're not at all a baller That's why I scored your daughter, left her home, call her, call her I'm in the low BM, yeah, with your old BM You smoke the Os and M, trojans and petroleums Yeah, and that's just incase the ho ain't safe Take it off, bend it over, throw it in, work it, work it Oops, squirt it, squirt Oops, oopsy dais, ohh I'm crazed Cho-cho train, co-ca mane, Zulu Gang I'm old school like Bambatta, no man's hotta The damn dadda, I jam proper, your man's not a Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set Where we grip, grip, tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Dog, no set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) Santana, Killa, Jim Jones, Freaky Killa, you already know what it is My man Juelz Santana, that boy got that crack man Diplomat Records man |
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| 0:56 |
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Yea uh-ooo!!( Come on, come on)
Roll wit me, its santana I'd like to welcome y'all(yea) to the great Fuck wit ya boy!( Once again) Zeke! now I got more than my swagger back listen here homie Mr. Mick Jaggers back (uh-oo) young Zab of rap only difference is this Judah will shoot ya, then get back to rappin' traffin' crack threw half and Hampton make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man y'all cant fuck wit me baby girl I drag my nuts for free comfortably and ya know I got my pimpin together got my game, got my cain, got my limpin' together, shit bitch you better get your switchin' together cuz this back-hand will get you together, hope you know that and sometime I cant belive my niggaz still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my niggaz, eat, dont stop homie breathe my niggaz I need y'all more than y'all ever need me my niggaz this is for all my niggaz on the block thats pumpin' I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! all my homies on the block with somethin' hold it down I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! for all my chicks on the strip that switch be easy, I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! all my ladies who boost for higher Prada, Gucci attire watch whos behind ya! Squalie Yo we livin' the life of loca-vida, coke and cheever drive-by blow smoke on the policia like fuck em! I got no love for em Squalie! but I'm tired of runnin' from Squalie! duckin' from Squalie! shit and we ain't do nothin to Squalie! its pay-back we buckin at Squalie! no more gettin searched, frisked for nothin by Squalie! Hey so sell ya pack sell ya crack like when dickens was near Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea Yea so Zeke is ya rollin' with me this the theme song homie fuck the police! we back at it, our crack habit is that drastic measures we taken em', maken we'll clap at ya peel off on dirt bikes and raptors squirt pipes at bastards y'all cant fuck wit me! Hey ma, its J.R. and L's it ain't hard to tell we da niggaz in we da niggaz in Maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to sell that ain't hard to sell and a gun that'll hit you from far as hell u quick to flash , we'll whip yo' ass couple shots hit your glass Dip-shit ya whip will crash I got the sickest past stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash all day, stood there flippin' halves when I heard ,Squalie! I dished and dashed ditched the hash park, neutral, first gear hit the gas, now we rich with cash and when I hear Squalie! I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his ass cooked more caine, push off dames while you dumb niggaz stand there and look all lame I done popped and took off chains now Ivory dump ice on me like my team won a football game! |
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Yea uh-ooo!!( Come on, come on)
Roll wit me, its santana I'd like to welcome y'all(yea) to the great Fuck wit ya boy!( Once again) Zeke! now I got more than my swagger back listen here homie Mr. Mick Jaggers back (uh-oo) young Zab of rap only difference is this Judah will shoot ya, then get back to rappin' traffin' crack threw half and Hampton make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man y'all cant fuck wit me baby girl I drag my nuts for free comfortably and ya know I got my pimpin together got my game, got my cain, got my limpin' together, shit bitch you better get your switchin' together cuz this back-hand will get you together, hope you know that and sometime I cant belive my niggaz still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my niggaz, eat, dont stop homie breathe my niggaz I need y'all more than y'all ever need me my niggaz this is for all my niggaz on the block thats pumpin' I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! all my homies on the block with somethin' hold it down I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! for all my chicks on the strip that switch be easy, I think the cops is comin' - Squalie! all my ladies who boost for higher Prada, Gucci attire watch whos behind ya! Squalie Yo we livin' the life of loca-vida, coke and cheever drive-by blow smoke on the policia like fuck em! I got no love for em Squalie! but I'm tired of runnin' from Squalie! duckin' from Squalie! shit and we ain't do nothin to Squalie! its pay-back we buckin at Squalie! no more gettin searched, frisked for nothin by Squalie! Hey so sell ya pack sell ya crack like when dickens was near Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea Yea so Zeke is ya rollin' with me this the theme song homie fuck the police! we back at it, our crack habit is that drastic measures we taken em', maken we'll clap at ya peel off on dirt bikes and raptors squirt pipes at bastards y'all cant fuck wit me! Hey ma, its J.R. and L's it ain't hard to tell we da niggaz in we da niggaz in Maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to sell that ain't hard to sell and a gun that'll hit you from far as hell u quick to flash , we'll whip yo' ass couple shots hit your glass Dip-shit ya whip will crash I got the sickest past stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash all day, stood there flippin' halves when I heard ,Squalie! I dished and dashed ditched the hash park, neutral, first gear hit the gas, now we rich with cash and when I hear Squalie! I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his ass cooked more caine, push off dames while you dumb niggaz stand there and look all lame I done popped and took off chains now Ivory dump ice on me like my team won a football game! |
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| 4:35 |
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Ya probably ain't expecting this one
Nope,yea clap clap un hun, This something my grandmother would dance to or something Sha ba doop doop doo Sha ba doop doop doo [Chorus] Nights like this I wish That rain drops would fall (i know you wishing it would rain) Nights like this I wish That rain drop would fall Ay Grandma and Grandpa Look at ya grandson, I done made it far Damn nana, I know its killing ya bones that damn cancer I wish I had an answer,but I don't I'm jus wishin for an answer Watchin my mamma cry, she's watchin her mamma die Every second I'm drying my mamma eyes, she so proud of her son See right through my mamma eyes, she jus follow the drips You can't dodge the rain but you can follow the drips And every drop of rain that falls, has a drop a pain involved,you better believe 88 cocaine it solves, now the dope came in charge yup I see my niggaz for what they really are,what we really are The dips we really are, let it rain [Chorus] It has been long fights like this Long days ,long nights nights like this I'm wishing for rain. Nothing but the wind ever came Little girls with they skirt up, the world's getting worser Man I twirled through the world in a roaster Twirling the smoke up, I be so high Shit a week goes by, I still think the week just started Man weed still sparking,still in tune with the street man He still sparking, go ahead nigga leap feel frogish These streets I harnish, my peeps my partners Cam, Jim, Zeek my sponsors, black, griz, snags my monstrous Paper, drugs, twin my archor. Robs, 40, doe, guard Bus, train and go hard, let it rain [Chorus] This is a story,about a young boy wishin' for glory Rap, riches and glory. some people I'll love to share it with Yea my people my thugs I'll share it with. You can't eat through this love I'm dealing with You can't see through this love I'm dealing with You can't be through or eat through this love I'm dealing with Its real I'm feeling it my niggaz. cats plan on killing it Rats real I'm realing it all men like fishermen Say(hey hey hey baby) Drive sticks while sticking em, young chicks I'm dicking 'em All down and yea they all down But why it got to be like this, why every girl I meet got to be like this Let it rain [Chorus] Let it rain I'm just sitting here Wishing it would rain I'm just sitting here waiting for the rain Waiting for the rain |
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For lovin me girl Just wanna thank you Look at what you can do man I like this shit right here man Girl c'mon Let's do it like this Santana's so focused on you Come holla at a boy that's focused on you Shorty I ain't tryin to give you the run around I'm just tryin to come get you a run around Skip through a couple towns Maybe skip through a couple rounds If your man act dumb I'ma shut him down I'm sorta a long distance brother Long checks,long chips, long dick and rubber Come roll with a pimp or gangsta Hustler by nature Trust that I'll take ya I'll show you the rules and perimeters Show you how to move with the ooze how to handle it Show you how to cut loose soon as we scramble it On the block as soon as the moon it be scramblin' And you can be my down ass bitch Yeah baby that's for sure I'm a show you how package raw How to snap it on How to take trips with the package on How to go and come back with the package gone Just stacks of cash beyond And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls Cuz Santana and jones is runnin up the girls (yeah) No game just fuck your girls Pollute her mind and corrupt the world (yeah) Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state Every club, every party, we fly Bagging bitches every party and high Please believe Jimmy Jizzy's the truth Every where I go to brezies I'm true Man they tell me that I over does it You need to slow up you over thugging (so what) But the hoes slugging in the open public I smoke like fuck it, I just roll up puffing Now they roll up fucking Take two totes and love it Yeah yeah plus my bitches swear I'm like Richard Gere Put them in my coup moving fast switching gears Get it crystal clear Stay crispy to the fit in every kick I wear She was feeling my gangsta (gangsta) Summer time Air One's jeans my tank top Baby girl I'm a player with passport Moving fast hundred grand on the black Porsche Please love get your feet up off my dashboard This is cash drawer we gonna crash course And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls Cuz Santana and jones is runnin up the girls (yeah) No game just fuck your girls Pollute her mind and corrupt the world (yeah) Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state Every club, every party, we fly Baggin bitches every party and high |
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| 4:43 |
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I've been really tryin' baby
Tryin' to hold back these feelings for so long And if you feel like I feel baby Come on Ohh come on Woo Let's get it on Let's get it on nigga Ah man Let's get it on, man Santana, you on your own, man Hold the set down Lets do it man Dipset We got these bastards Man let's do it Uh, you nigga's dealin' with a G from the block Yeah it's me from the block Quick to tell a nigga' But I don't really like to beef on the block That bring heat to the block I got to eat on the block nigga Yeah you dealin' with a pimp from the hood Keep a chick from the hood Quick to tell her aye Come on, let's go I'm tryin' to do it so aye I'm one hell of a guy Fly fella that's fly Like Scarface one hell of a high One hell of a ride That I drive, 23's look like the propellers inside Who stuntin' like me? Who frontin' like me? Who did it, who get it, who done it like me? You? Who wishin', who frontin', who want it from me? You? Come get it, you want it, it's nothing to me You? Chumps already know how I feel When it comes to pumpin' that steel It's like, you know with these wild boys Tote tie 'em up with the cowboy ropes So, let's get it on y'all Uh, it's love Hey Ma, back that ass up Lookin' back I almost crashed up So that's love right there Hit 'em one more time Man, you dudes can get it, that's my word To the slang on my Houston fitted I send rockets at you, dudes and midgets And send cock up in you, goose and pigeons so I know you like that mama, I'll be right back mama so Do you believe me? Don't you believe me, won't you believe me? Come on On any given Sunday or any given Monday We headed up the runway Uptown yea we headed up a one-way, her head is in my lap So I let her do her one thang She was Jamaican so I fed her bread and dumplings Veggie pads and rumcake Told her, said she's 18 and lived crazy just like me Eighties baby just like me so Hey baby you know what your boy holds all night Long pipe, long strokes I got it so you right Ma listen Hey Ma, roll with the winners And I ain't talkin' dinner, I'm like Told you man, we can get it on Matter fact, let's get it one more time Santana Man I roll through, stroll through Flag on the ride side of my whole crew screaming They'll get you, they'll twist you They'll split ya whole body in half Then dismiss you like But I'm lookin' for a bad lil' mama Get mad like her papa, got an ass like her mama Got her own, won't ask for a dollar Go half on a scama and will laugh when I holla Yea, that's love baby, yea dats love Hey baby, the ride on this chrome, just provide us with dome so That's love baby, that's love yea, that's love baby You must be used to me spendin' Nope not tonight nope, that's love baby It don't cost nothing, it's free Hey Ma if you give good brain, you'll get ya dipset chain sp You know that's about 20,000, that's love baby You know that's for nothing Lights out, nothing to fight 'bout, got the pipe out So,let's get it on, it's the only thing to do That's love baby, I mean it's only right Let's get it on ... |
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Okay (Jazze) We in the motherfucking building (Dip Set bitch) I heard my man T.I. is the motherfucking king of the south (uh huh) Well I'm the the motherfucking prince of the city (you already know)(Santana) And when the king and the prince get together it's nothing but royalty (roll the mat out) So we going to get down like this YEAH! Now if I ain't gangsta who is You is truth is you ain't I am who this clown ass nigga I'm a straight led spitter straight bread getter Up north hustler with a bank head nigga now bounce! That's just jazze on the beat again Tappin on machines again its cracking threw your speakers in That's what it sounds like when I'm in the South right Put it down put it round bouncing threw your town like Uh bang first play second aim first prey second make dirt day heaven I'm a crack baller straight sevens mack holder spray seven at your back soldier I walk through the club like everybody pussy Yeah T.I. with me snatching everybody cookies The fifth on me case anybody push me Let it fly let it fly like everbody push me Stop frontin like you bang head nigga Till you bang head whether real bang head nigga T.I. we fly we ride we bang you die (motherfucker) My pimp squad fuck nigga now what Dip set fuck nigga now what West side fuck nigga now what East side fuck nigga now what Harlem world fuck nigga now what Bank head fuck nigga now what My a-town fuck nigga now what My n.y. fuck nigga now what The smallest nigga in the trap with a scrap You talk shit pussy nigga getting slapped I get a couple kids turn them into crack and listen them so we could count the by the hundred stacks (99) So if you need word then holla right back I could sell it for cheap cause I got it like that White t-shirts and A-Town hats Got them super clean with dubs on that Hey! First nigga put my name in a rap Getting robbed on the spot at hard getting shot I give a fuck about your squad or your block Hit 13 had it hard on the block First thing first start with a glock Then step it up to choppas, gauges, then elevens mack 10's Now your fully equipped to stretch niggaz (like who?) Like them PSC and Dip Set niggaz Now what now stunt nigga pop your trunk now front I'm holdin two now what big guns with me big gun pissy When it comes to these bitches man I'm dirtyer then the south is Squirtin in your mouth bitch! Yeah back curtin yeah back squirtin Yeah nigga gat squrtin yeah nigga that's curtains Hold up we senseless make you throw up your breakfast Me and T.I. hold the connection Me and Santana from Harlem to Atlanta The cocaine managers hoe brain damager I'd be god damned if a nigga wanna cock hammers and split bandanas on niggaz with bad manners You wanna kill me you willing to ride the hell with me Seven shot revolver I'm taking my shells with me You don't want no trouble with niggaz like us Try me I'll fuck your whole life up To the group of haters that don't like us Dip Set fuck nigga now what |
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My baby don't mess around not mine
Because she loves me so And this I know fo sho But does she really want to But can't stand to see me Walk out the door Don't try to fight the feelin Cause the thought alone Is killin me right now Thank god for mom and dad For stickin together Cause we don't know how [Chorus:] You think you got it Ohhh you think you got it But got it just don't get it Cause there's nothing at allll Ah allllll ah allllll Ah alll ah allllll We get together Ohhh we get together But separate's always better When's there's feelings involed Ah alllll ah allllll Ah alllll ah allllll ya juelz in the house Repeat Verse one Juelz in the house (untill Fades) |
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