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