[Intro: Juelz Santana]
Yeah, Dipset nigga! Luca!
Fuck with your boy, one more time (YEAH!)
Uh huh, Santana
Fuck with your boy, you know
Yeah, I'm feeling like Rocky again, man
It's a new fight, OH!
[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
People say my theories is backwards
I tell them, sincerely, it's clearly, you, hearing me backwards, ay!
I tell 'em I'm great, but still I need practice
I tell them to wait
Go and comeback quick, they don't understand me
It's not logic, I'm not logic, got problems
I worship the late prophet, the great Muhammad, Ali
For the words he spoke, that stung like a bee
Soaked into me, you fuckers'll see but, still I'm insane
I'm Rodman, dealing my brain
I'm grinding, sharing my pain, shit, where is the fame?
My niggas, they still rhyming, still in the game
Still grinding, dealing the 'caine
Still popping shit at your brain, homie
I still smell the rotten people that lay
Down in ground zero, forgotten, left there for days
Probably left there to stay, left to decay
Broken pieces of towers, left as their graves, ay!
I pray, let them be saved 'til then, that's just a suggestion I made
You follow me homie? Listen, I subjected my ways
The cocaine, weapons that spray, at your, face motherfucker
It's Santana the Great, motherfucker
In the place motherfucker, stay away motherfucker
'Cause, I'm headed straight to the top, motherfucker
Diplomat Taliban, slash ROC, motherfucker!
And yeah, I do this for my block motherfuckers
D train, Al Gator, pop motherfucker
Young drugs, young twins, Shiest Bub
The niggas I love, my niggas, my thugs, WHOA!
Now, come fuck with your boy
Jones, Killa, Freekey, come fuck with your boy, WHOA!
It's Santana again, no bandana
Just him, in the flesh motherfucker like
Yeah, Dipset nigga! Luca!
Fuck with your boy, one more time (YEAH!)
Uh huh, Santana
Fuck with your boy, you know
Yeah, I'm feeling like Rocky again, man
It's a new fight, OH!
[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
People say my theories is backwards
I tell them, sincerely, it's clearly, you, hearing me backwards, ay!
I tell 'em I'm great, but still I need practice
I tell them to wait
Go and comeback quick, they don't understand me
It's not logic, I'm not logic, got problems
I worship the late prophet, the great Muhammad, Ali
For the words he spoke, that stung like a bee
Soaked into me, you fuckers'll see but, still I'm insane
I'm Rodman, dealing my brain
I'm grinding, sharing my pain, shit, where is the fame?
My niggas, they still rhyming, still in the game
Still grinding, dealing the 'caine
Still popping shit at your brain, homie
I still smell the rotten people that lay
Down in ground zero, forgotten, left there for days
Probably left there to stay, left to decay
Broken pieces of towers, left as their graves, ay!
I pray, let them be saved 'til then, that's just a suggestion I made
You follow me homie? Listen, I subjected my ways
The cocaine, weapons that spray, at your, face motherfucker
It's Santana the Great, motherfucker
In the place motherfucker, stay away motherfucker
'Cause, I'm headed straight to the top, motherfucker
Diplomat Taliban, slash ROC, motherfucker!
And yeah, I do this for my block motherfuckers
D train, Al Gator, pop motherfucker
Young drugs, young twins, Shiest Bub
The niggas I love, my niggas, my thugs, WHOA!
Now, come fuck with your boy
Jones, Killa, Freekey, come fuck with your boy, WHOA!
It's Santana again, no bandana
Just him, in the flesh motherfucker like
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