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Lemme take the time out to post some REAL Santana...
"...You N's live like frogs, and wanna leap around...
I live my life like Zor, and throw the heat around...
New York is one big pizza town...
Man, we all eatin' now...
Divided, and broke the pizza down...
You N's hidin' and findin bushes to beat around...
I'm still grindin' and choppin bushes of refer down...
No more coke, I buy the ether for cheaper now...
Bring it down, and dock the boat in Peterstown...
I'll hawk your leader down...
And let the hawk linger 'round him...
The eat his body to the bone, don't leave no corps around him...
I get nauseous when I'm talkin' violence...
Knowin' this code of silence I've been taught to walk around wit...
Yeah, I walk wit the hawk and the pound, B***H...
Hawkin' you down, wit the hawk and the pound, B***H...
Yeah, I played wit them pistols...
Played wit them missiles...
Aim it at your face and your tissue, like..."
"...Yo I try to be easy...
I try to be calm, breathe easy...
It don't seem easy...
I'm on my P's and Q's...
Y's and Z's...
.45's on the side of me...
Plus, four guys on the side of me...
With .45's on the side of them...
We can play now...
This is a war, not a playground...
We came here to lay or get laid down...
Spray or get sprayed down...
Wills for us anyday now...
Cops with their wall-to-wall raid-downs...
I'm ducking and weaving...
Running and leaving...
Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing...
Or the plunger they stuck to Louima...
So I'm stuck with this nina,...
I'm stuck with this finger...
Itchy as F**k, you F**k up, I leave ya, chump...
Went to school, but ain't stay in class, hated class...
Only for period, yep, I could relate to math!!!...
Played games, but the games was bad...
You know, Cops & Robbers, Laser Tag...
See what I was aiming at...
Hop-Scotch on N's faces kept my ankles bad...
That ain't stop me from working, I got me a worker...
Gotta him to working, yeah, chopping the work up...
Keep him on my clock, clocking my work up...
N's know me...
Taught him how to cook, livin his work up...
Told him it's not the pot, it's the work up...
Gotta mix, shorty...
Gotta do it like this, shorty...
Clockwise, counter-clockwise, it's all in the wrist, shorty..."
"...You N's live like frogs, and wanna leap around...
I live my life like Zor, and throw the heat around...
New York is one big pizza town...
Man, we all eatin' now...
Divided, and broke the pizza down...
You N's hidin' and findin bushes to beat around...
I'm still grindin' and choppin bushes of refer down...
No more coke, I buy the ether for cheaper now...
Bring it down, and dock the boat in Peterstown...
I'll hawk your leader down...
And let the hawk linger 'round him...
The eat his body to the bone, don't leave no corps around him...
I get nauseous when I'm talkin' violence...
Knowin' this code of silence I've been taught to walk around wit...
Yeah, I walk wit the hawk and the pound, B***H...
Hawkin' you down, wit the hawk and the pound, B***H...
Yeah, I played wit them pistols...
Played wit them missiles...
Aim it at your face and your tissue, like..."
"...Yo I try to be easy...
I try to be calm, breathe easy...
It don't seem easy...
I'm on my P's and Q's...
Y's and Z's...
.45's on the side of me...
Plus, four guys on the side of me...
With .45's on the side of them...
We can play now...
This is a war, not a playground...
We came here to lay or get laid down...
Spray or get sprayed down...
Wills for us anyday now...
Cops with their wall-to-wall raid-downs...
I'm ducking and weaving...
Running and leaving...
Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing...
Or the plunger they stuck to Louima...
So I'm stuck with this nina,...
I'm stuck with this finger...
Itchy as F**k, you F**k up, I leave ya, chump...
Went to school, but ain't stay in class, hated class...
Only for period, yep, I could relate to math!!!...
Played games, but the games was bad...
You know, Cops & Robbers, Laser Tag...
See what I was aiming at...
Hop-Scotch on N's faces kept my ankles bad...
That ain't stop me from working, I got me a worker...
Gotta him to working, yeah, chopping the work up...
Keep him on my clock, clocking my work up...
N's know me...
Taught him how to cook, livin his work up...
Told him it's not the pot, it's the work up...
Gotta mix, shorty...
Gotta do it like this, shorty...
Clockwise, counter-clockwise, it's all in the wrist, shorty..."