[Juelz Santana]<br />
People say my theories is backwards<br />
I tell them, sincerly, it's clearly, you hearing me backwrds<br />
I tell 'em I'm great, but still I need practice<br />
I tell them to wait, go and comeback quick, they don't understand me<br />
It's not logic, I'm not logic, I got problems<br />
I worship the late prophet, the great Muhammad Ali<br />
For the words that he spoke, that stung like a bee<br />
Soaked into me, you niggaz will see but<br />
I'm still insane, I'm Rodman, dealing my brain<br />
I'm grinding sharing my pain, fuck, where is the fame<br />
Niggaz, they still rhyming, still in the game<br />
They still dealing the cane, still cock shit in your brain, homie<br />
I still smell the rotten people that lay<br />
There in ground zero, forgotten, left in for days<br />
Probably left there to stay, left in decay<br />
Broken pieces of towers, left in their graves<br />
I pray they be saved, until then, that's just a suggestion I made<br />
Follow me homie, listen, I subjected my ways nigga<br />
Weapons that spray, at your fucking face nigga<br />
It's Santana the great, in the place niggaz, stay away nigga<br />
Cause I'm headed straight to the top, niggaz<br />
Diplomat Taliban slash ROC nigga<br />
Oh yeah, I do this for my block niggaz<br />
D train, Al Gator, pop niggaz<br />
Young drugs, young twins, Shiest bug<br />
Niggaz I love, my thugs<br />
Now, come fuck with your boy<br />
Jones, Killa, Freakay, come fuck with your boy, WHOA<br />
It's Santana again nigga, no bandanas just him nigga<br />
In the flesh, like<br />
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[Cam'Ron]<br />
I seen it time, business and friendship<br />
Friendships ended, business attended, clips get extended<br />
Lawyers get called, accountants get faxed<br />
That was my man, well I wish that he meant it<br />
It's been a long time, hereing the mobsters<br />
This ain't overnight, it's years in the process<br />
Shed a tear in the process, now process is over<br />
All my niggaz get prepared for the Oscars<br />
Back to the block, sharing a lobster<br />
Morris Malone, Sam Malone, preparing the vodka, holla<br />
Hallejulah, no hum-du-allah, but respecting my Aki<br />
He held me down, when it was getting real rocky<br />
Hustling, isn't a hobby<br />
I sit in the lobby, look at my ovie, have visions of Gotti<br />
Visions of lotties, pictures of Blood, scenes of L<br />
I wanna see my son, piss in that potty<br />
Jimmy, I'm going to make sure your wrist is real rocky<br />
See my plans are for long term like Mr. Miyagi<br />
Wax on, wax off, put our wax on, take that wack off<br />
Over some nights, I had fights over the white<br />
The roads to the lows, I knows what it's like<br />
Now, career over like Mike: anyone<br />
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, it's over<br />
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This shit right here touched my soul, man<br />
My grandmother or something, 56 bless her soul<br />
Apartment 56 that is, 101, West 140th<br />
Rest In Peace Liddiah Giles, Blood Shed..