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Intro
Ooh, ooo!
Roll call time again baby...
I'm back in the, back in the, back in the building
Juelz Santana, (Aye), Dipset b*tch
I need all my soldiers and my block, man to stand up for me
It's about that time, ya know
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My hood, my city, my side
(Whatever you wanna call it) nigg*, I ride
My town, my color, my block
(Whatever you wanna call it) nigg*, I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
(Whatever you wanna call it) nigg*, I'm bad
My building, my porch, my stoop
(Whatever you wanna call it) nigg*, I Post
Verse 1-Juelz Santana
Straight for paper, paper chaser
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
I know my block is a crazy zoo, but it got me crazy glued (stuck)
I got to make these moves,
So I hustle the hardest (drugs)
I got no team, just a connect and a couple of partners
I keep my street , my street (yup)
I keep my cheese , my cheese (yup)
I keep my beef , my beef (yup)
And I keep my weed , my weed
Keep business, businees, keep pleasure, pleasure
And I never mix it, ever, ever
Yeah, the code of the street, eyes open, don't sleep
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop...there go the police
That's why you catch me moving through dolo
Moving through solo, steel weapon, still reppin'...
Chorus
Verse 2-Hell Rell
always catchin' bodies in the hood (yup)
Stay shootin' up a party in the hood (Uhn Hunh)
Mafia ties, I'm like Gotti in the hood
Tear the hoopti or the black Mazaratti through the hood (woo)
Remember when we used to play karate in the hood (yo)
Now my rims look like ninja stars,
nigg* I been a star (been a star)
I remember when I didn't have s**t to borrow (I ain't have s**t)
Now I could lend you a couple of clips
You hungry homie, you could eat a couple of clips (bloah,bloah,bloah)
Come through my strip, you gon' G'd up
Cuz, we slingers(slingers), ers (eastside)
And when it come to squalie, we strangers
Plus, I keep my thug , my thug (what up thug)
I keep my blood , my blood (what up blood)
Spend it all, I aint no cheap as* nigg* (nope)
I'm always gonna ride, cuz I'ma weeks ave nigg* (yup)
Chorus
Verse 3-Juelz Santana
I represent mine to the fullest (Oh yeah)
I represent the grind to the fullest (Oh yeah)
I represent scar time, bar time, hard times (yeah)
Hard times to the fullest(oh yeah)
We need to have a million man march again (yeah)
We need to have a million man march up in,(yeah)
The White House
Start a million man arguement, like Bush why a million man starving in
My city, my town, my hood, (whatever you wanna call it)
nigg* whats good
We ridahs, we rollers, we survivors, we soldiers
We don't crack under pressure, we relax under pressure
Most of all we don't rat under pressure
(We bang) And we pitch this crack till the cops shut us down or our whips twist back
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