25.03.2003
17
Rap
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[Hook: Juelz Santana]
Hey yo, listen to this gangsta!
Feel this music man, get into this gangsta!
'cos this is just for gangstas
Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?
Get into this gangsta, 'cos this is just for gangstas!
[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Yo!
Now let's get down to business
I been gone for a minute but I'm back now, down for business
Yeah!
I found this small town I had to visit
Had a bunch of hungry workers who was down to get it
So I
Got up and left, hit the town with [?]
Nickels, dimes, quarters - owned half of [?]
Know the rules of getting mad if they ask they get it
Plus I was giving it to 'em like I had permission
Now I'm back focused on rap
Anybody got a problem holla back!
Two shots swallow that!
And I know what the people want
Got what the people want
I know you not hot, you not what the people want
They want me - Santana man bandana wrapped round his hand goddamn it man, is it him?
Yes! Say it again - yes! I'm playing to win - yes!
Hey, come again nigga!
I been watchin'! I been plottin'!
I'm the realest thing poppin' since Osama Bin Laden!
So pay homage!
Ladies, salute me! Gentlemen, salute me!
The General - you'll soon see!
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Hey yo, this is just for gangstas!
That'll blackout, Mack out, blank out, shank out and shank ya!
Y'all looking lost, took ya plates gave the crooks the forks (Gon' eat!)
We gon' eat whether its fish or pork
They thirsty and ready to take your burger, turkey and [?]?
You ever work with machetes?
I broke bread with billionaires that think flippin' birds is petty!
They soon [?]
My tune turn to envy
Balloon pop you know I burned a friendly!
And pull cards off
(Dadada!)
I'm so nice I took the last two bars off!
I wasn't rappin' nothing!
I was wrappin' something!
Now that was stuntin'!
And baby, I model
Always with the coke in the baby powder bottle! (That's Killa!)
'Cos I follow for figures
My hollow and trigger swallow a nigga
Like a bottle of liquor (Hennessey!)
And when I cock that heat back
Your hatchback hardtop a droptop seat back!
Coroner reach back!
Body in the seat, head in the trunk
Tell his mother "eat that!"
Laid up, feet fat!
I'm a better boy, Ohio players, Detroit Cheddar Boys!
Harlem too, gangstas do it
Montana, Santana - gangsta music!
Killa!
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
I got you niggas exhausted
You gotta be nauseous how I pull up
Stop and be flossin'!
Chrome wheels spinnin' out of proportion
Twin pipes on the back letting out the exhaustion, whoa!
Kids love me but I'm no idol!
I hold rifles, dog my spit game is so vital!
I'm what the game's been missing like both Michaels
Jackson and Jordan, from crackin' and ballin' I'm back!
I'm a heavy pimper
24/7 pimper
Where your girl? Go get her!
Bet I pimp her!
And I ain't mad that the Towers fell
I'm mad the coke price went up and this crack won't sell
Mad I gotta grind harder
Hit the block harder
Get some new workers
Buy some new product
Get my clientele back
Shit, I might as well black!
Burn the town down one more time - what the hell Scrap?
For my niggas who can't get it
Upstate, sitting in San Quentin
Greens on they back, on they feet Stan Smithin'
This is gangsta music, please [?]
Spit your razors out, party in the mess hall!
This is just for gangstas, pardon all the rest of y'all
Juelz Santana make it happen man
Dipset grip Tecs, Harlem's own Taliban!
[Hook x2]
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