juelz talking:

uh-ooo!!

roll wit me, its santana

yea I'd like to welcome yall to the great

fuck wit ya boy! Zeke!



juelz santana

verse 1:

 

Now I got more than my swagger back

Listen here homie 

Mr. Mick Jagger's back (uh-oo)

Young Zab of rap

Only difference is this Judah

Will shoot ya, then get back to rappin'

traffin' crack threw half and half-tins

make stacks and stacks and thats a fact,man

yall cant fuck wit me 

baby girl would grab my nuts for free

comfortably

and you know i got my pimpin together

got my game, got my cain, got my limpin'

together, shit bitch you better get your

switchin' together cuz this back-hand

will get you together, hope you know that

and sometimes i can't believe my niggas

still in awe, I'll give my arm just to feed my

niggas, eat, dont stop homie breathe my niggas

I need yall more than yall ever need me my niggas



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this is for all my niggas on the block 

thats pumpin'

I think the cops is comin'

squalie!

all my homies on the block with somethin'

hold it down I think the cops is comin'

squalie!

for all my chicks on the strip that switch

be easy, I think the cops is comin'

squalie!

all my ladies that boost for higher

Prada, Gucci attire watch whos behind ya!

squalie!



Juelz Santana

verse 2:



Yo i'm livin' the life of

loca-vida, coke and cheever 

drive-by blow smoke on the policia

like fuck em! I got no love for

Squalie! but I'm tired of runnin' from 

Squalie! duckin' from Squalie!

shit and we aint do nothin to Squalie!

its pay-back we buckin at Squalie!

no more gettin serched, frisked for 

nothin by Squalie! so sell ya packs,

sell ya cracks like when dickens was mere

Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea,

so Zeke as you rollin' with me,

this the theme song homie fuck the police!

we back at it, our crack habit is that drastic

measures we taken to make em, we'll clap at ya

peel off on dirt bikes and raptors,

squirt pipes at bastards yall cant fuck wit me!



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J.R. Writer

verse 3:



Hey ma, its J.R. and Elz

it aint hard to tell

we them niggas in Maury and Karl Lagerfeld

wit that hard to sell

that aint hard to sell

and a gun thatll hit you from far as hell

you quick to flash , well whip yo' ass

couple shots hit your glass

dip-shit your whip will crash

I got the sickest past

stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash

all day I stood there

flippin' halves

when I heard ,Squalie!

I dished and dashed

ditched the hash

park, neutral, first gear 

hit the gas, now we rich with cash

and when I hear Squalie!

I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his ass,

cooked more caine, pushed off dames

while you dumb niggas stand there

and look all lame

I done popped and took off chains

now Ivory dump ice on me like my team

won a football game!



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