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[juelz santana]
oh, come on, fuck with your boy
it´s santana, heatmakers, where we at?
let me see you through this
killa, jones, freakay
yeah man, i´m back at it

today´s a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
go uptown to harlem, tell ´em that i sent ya
tell ´em it´s august, i´m "gon´ til´ november"
i need a couple birds, get a broad, have ´em sent up
call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (please)
call my niggaz, call my squad, have ´em sent up (please)
i see a town i´m likin´
see some niggas getting money in a town i like it
i run up on them with the pound and light it
like it´s my block now, all right kid?
he understood me quite clear
then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear
and i got back to my business, back to my bitches
back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision
pop, i let that white stuff sit in
get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin´
yeah i´m sorry but this is how i´m livin
and this is how i´m getting, fuck how i get it
hey!

[chorus: juelz santana]
i stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
listening to gangsta music
i stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin´ the channels
watching how the gangstas do it
i stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
watching shaft, clocking math

[juelz santana]
now i see death around the corner
gotta stay high, will i survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?
nope, it´s the city where the skinny niggas ride
.45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah
lick a shot for big pop and ´pac, yeah
one more for shyne locked inside, yeah
two more for cam, for taking over the roc
yeah, yeah, it´s my year
so, okay, okay, okay, y´all can´t fuck with me, no way
jose or hector camacho
tech blows and watch yo´ chest close and tacos
motherfucker i´m the best, i told y´all before
i should y´all before, ey!

[chorus: juelz santana]
i stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
listening to gangsta music
i stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin´ the channels
watching how the gangstas do it
i stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
watching shaft, clocking math

[cam´ron]
i´m on the westside of chicago, lookin´ for a bust down
and make me put my two arms up, touchdown!
you stay in touch now, but when i tough down
i´m like buckshot shorty, you better "duck down"
yeah i must clown, i´m from harlem, uptown
where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now?
birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin´
swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin
yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing muppets
worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband
that shit´s disgusting
keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin´
this on my wrist is nothing
to me it´s just yellow hearts and pink diamonds
where i get the money for this? don´t think rhymin´
you fucking with pablo, bravo, mario via bolo ho, ta-to

[chorus: juelz santana]
i stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
listening to gangsta music
i stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin´ the channels
watching how the gangstas do it
i stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
watching shaft, clocking math