| Uh-huh, Santana
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| I like that man, that bad-da-ba-ba, that’s hot
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| I like that, yeah who are you? |
| Santana
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| Shit is crazy man
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| Y’all think niggaz don’t cry? |
| We do
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| Yeah, man I gotta get my thoughts together, I be thinking a lot
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| Light up a blunt, think of a rhyme sometimes too
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| But it’s like yo… zone out
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| The time is now, my grind is here shit
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| My body is focused, my mind’s in gear, let’s start it
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| I’m moving at an unstoppable pace, I managed to reach the top of the race
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| Before it started damn, cold-hearted man
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| Rip apart your man, for that green dollar
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| Plain reppin' my target, stay and holla
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| Shoot and move from where ever my targets land
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| Damn, shit, I see ghosts when I sleep
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| It’s really, I got to wake up, just to know I was sleep
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| Holding the heat, cold sweat all over my sheet
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| That’s why I paint the most vividest pictures
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| My niggaz my bitches in the same position I live in
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| No oil and hot water, just boiling hot water
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| Cooking coke, to the oil and hot water, shit
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| But Who Am I
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| I lived the life of a loner, with a righteous persona
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| But still sold crack right on the corner
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| My life consist of, a big puzzle that’s mixed up
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| Big bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, then it’s big cuffs
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| Big bailor gets up, I get out, shit what, this shit sucks
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| I need to find another road to follow
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| One that’s new and strong, not old and hollow
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| As I hold this bottle and smoke this reefeer
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| Listening to some old Aaliyah, I say, damn…
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| And a tear comes trimbling down
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| Never seen a man cry, well you witness it now
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| Shit, this isn’t game from the heart, this pain from the heart
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| This is for you Dame, it came from the heart, so
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| Momma, I just want you to know
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| I’m in love with you so, if you wasn’t here I’d be in love with you soul
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| My angel, mommy I’d die faithful
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| Just knowing somone tried to violate you
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| I’ll slide 8ths through the side of their facial
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| Squeeze and rip apart a side of their facial
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| I’d take a slug, eat a bullet, swallow a gun
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| Shit, you gotta know I’m your son
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| Damn, this type of love, could only come from a son
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| Hold up mommy, I’m twisted I’m drunk… listen
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| Yeah, but it’s more then the liquor and weed
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| Yeah it’s more then the liquor in me
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| Shit, I gotta get it together
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| I was falling off, with drunk words and sober thoughts
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| So, I’m still speaking the truth
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| And what I’m still speaking is truth, this is your younger sons speaking to you |
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