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Yuh dip set,
Luca, fuck your boy
Santana, fuck with boy
You know, I'm feelin' Rocky again
My reason to

say my theories is backwards
I tell them, sincerely, clearly, you hearing me backwards
I tell 'em I'm great, but still I need
I tell them to wait, go and quick

They don't me
not logic, I'm not logic, I got problems
I the late prophet, the great Muhammad Ali
For the words that he spoke, stung like a bee

into me, you fucker's will see
But I'm insane, I'm rod man, dealing my brain
I'm sharing my pain, shit, where is the fame
My niggaz, they rhyming, still in the game
Still grindin', dealing the cane
cockin' shit at your brain

Homie, I still the rotten people that lay
Down in ground zero, forgotten, left in for
Probably left to stay, left to decay
pieces of towers, left in their graves

I pray let them be saved, till then, that's just a suggestion I
You follow me homie, listen, I my ways
To cocaine, weapons spray, at your face motherfucker
Santana the great motherfucker, in the place motherfucker
Stay away 'cause I'm headed
to the top motherfucka Diplomat Taliban
Slash rock

Oh yeah, I do this for my block
D train, Al Gator, pop
Young drugs, young twins, Bug
The I love, my niggaz, my thugs

Now, come with your boy
Jones, killa, Freaky, come fuck with your boy,
It's Santana again nigga, no just him nigga
In the motherfucka, like

Yeah, I can pass this, yo man I got to get out
Let's do it my nigga, it's touch my heart here nigga
Go

I seen it time, business and
fuck it, friendships get ended, business attended
Clips get lawyers get called, accountants get faxed
That was my man, well I wish he meant it, fuck it

been a long time, hearin' the mobsters
This ain't overnight, it's in the process
Shed a in the process, now process is over
All my niggaz get for the Oscars

Back to the block, sharing a
Malone, Sam Malone, preparing the vodka, holla
Hallelujah, no Allah, but respecting my Aki
He held me down, when it was getting real

Hustling, isn't a
I sit in the lobby, at my ovie, have visions of Gotti
Visions of lotties, of blood, scenes of L
I wanna see my son, piss in that

Jimmy, I'm going to make sure wrist is real Rocky
See my plans are for long term like Mr.
Wax on, wax off, put our wax on, take that off

Over some nights, I had fights over the
The roads to the lows, I what it's like
Now, niggaz career over like anyone
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, over

This right here touched my soul, man
My or something, 56 bless her soul
Apartment 56 that is, 101, west Street
Rest in Liddiah Giles, blood shed
get our shit now