How I Feel

[Intro] Man all I hear is Santana this, Santana that Santana you can't do this, Santana you can't do that Man why I can't I just smoke a blunt and be me That's how I feel.. Okay it's Santana, I'm back again You know what man? What? What? This is... Yea You fuckas don't know a damn thing about me (Nope) A piece, a part, a hamstring about me The streets my heart you can't get it out me, it's You fuckas know me, it was a sharp throb in my bones I looked it was my own flesh, heart, and my bones, problems at home (Home) So I left them there, got up out the hemisphere Misery, loves company, I don't respect that there Dip Set on the posta, boy for coming so close to Being the black La Costra Nostra Jim is my big buzzin, Zeek's my big cousin Killa's my big nigga, also my big brother We are the Dip family, get a grip family Nothin alive can divide this family So come on roll with the Set, come on roll with the best The pain is felt niggas know that you stressed (Oh) The game itself don't notice your stress You been left smokin, zoning on steps (No) That's not the way to go, but that's the way you'll go If you don't get up off you ass and find a way to go Streets to rap, yea that's the way I went Now its beats and rhymes, that's the way I pay the rent Fuck what ya think nigga Cause this is.. Niggas know me