I Love You Songtext
Yeah, Dipset, nigga... Luca
Fuck with your boy, one more time, yeah, oh, uh huh
Santana, fuck with your boy
You know, yeah, I'm feelin like Rocky again mayne
This a new fight, oh
[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 come back 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
Soak into me, you fuckaz'll see but
Still i'm insane, I'm rhymin', dealing my brain
I'm grinding sharing my pain, shit, where is the fame?
My niggaz, they still rhyming, still in the game
Still grindin, dealing the cane
Still poppin shit at your frame, 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 they graves, hey
I pray let them be saved
Till then, that's just a suggestion I made
You follow me homie?
Listen, I subjected my ways
To 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, Pac motherfucker
Young drugs, young twins, Sheist bug
Them niggaz I love, my niggaz, my thugs, WHOA
Now come fuck with your boy
Jones, Killa, Freakey, come fuck with your boy, WHOA
It's Santana again, no bandana just him
In the flesh motherfucker, like... YEAH
[Cam'Ron]
Just gotta get past thia
Nah mean? I gotta get this out
Let's do it my nigga
Touch my heart right here man... YO
I seen it time, business and friendship
Well fuck it, friends should get ended
Business attended, clips get extended
Lawyers get called, accountants get faxed
That was my man, well I wish that he meant it, fuck it
It been a long time, hearin the mobsters
This ain't overnight, it's years in the process
Shed a tear in the process, now process is over
All my niggaz get prepared for the Oscars
Back to the block, sharing a lobster
Maurice Malone, Sam Malone, preparing the vodka, holla
Hallejulah, no hum-du-Allah, but respecting my Ock
He held me down, when shit got real rocky
Hustling, isn't a hobby
I sit in the lobby, look at my IV, have visions of Gotti
Visions of lottie, pictures of Blood, scenes of L
I wanna see my son piss in that potty
Jimmy, I'm gon' make sure your wrist is real rocky
See my plans were long term like Mr. Miyagi
Wax on, wax off, put our wax on, take that wack off
Over some nights, I had fights over the white
The road to the lows, I knows what it's like now
Niggaz career over like Mike, anyone
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, it's over
This shit right here touched my soul, man
My grandmother or something, 56 bless her soul
Apartment 56 that is, 101, West 140th St.
Rest In Peace Lydia Giles, Blood Shed
Fuck with your boy, one more time, yeah, oh, uh huh
Santana, fuck with your boy
You know, yeah, I'm feelin like Rocky again mayne
This a new fight, oh
[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 come back 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
Soak into me, you fuckaz'll see but
Still i'm insane, I'm rhymin', dealing my brain
I'm grinding sharing my pain, shit, where is the fame?
My niggaz, they still rhyming, still in the game
Still grindin, dealing the cane
Still poppin shit at your frame, 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 they graves, hey
I pray let them be saved
Till then, that's just a suggestion I made
You follow me homie?
Listen, I subjected my ways
To 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, Pac motherfucker
Young drugs, young twins, Sheist bug
Them niggaz I love, my niggaz, my thugs, WHOA
Now come fuck with your boy
Jones, Killa, Freakey, come fuck with your boy, WHOA
It's Santana again, no bandana just him
In the flesh motherfucker, like... YEAH
[Cam'Ron]
Just gotta get past thia
Nah mean? I gotta get this out
Let's do it my nigga
Touch my heart right here man... YO
I seen it time, business and friendship
Well fuck it, friends should get ended
Business attended, clips get extended
Lawyers get called, accountants get faxed
That was my man, well I wish that he meant it, fuck it
It been a long time, hearin the mobsters
This ain't overnight, it's years in the process
Shed a tear in the process, now process is over
All my niggaz get prepared for the Oscars
Back to the block, sharing a lobster
Maurice Malone, Sam Malone, preparing the vodka, holla
Hallejulah, no hum-du-Allah, but respecting my Ock
He held me down, when shit got real rocky
Hustling, isn't a hobby
I sit in the lobby, look at my IV, have visions of Gotti
Visions of lottie, pictures of Blood, scenes of L
I wanna see my son piss in that potty
Jimmy, I'm gon' make sure your wrist is real rocky
See my plans were long term like Mr. Miyagi
Wax on, wax off, put our wax on, take that wack off
Over some nights, I had fights over the white
The road to the lows, I knows what it's like now
Niggaz career over like Mike, anyone
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, it's over
This shit right here touched my soul, man
My grandmother or something, 56 bless her soul
Apartment 56 that is, 101, West 140th St.
Rest In Peace Lydia Giles, Blood Shed
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