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Santana: The Collection - Santana/Abraxas/Santana III (Santana) · The Collection: Santana/Abraxas/Santana III [2005 Small Box] (Santana) · Santana/Santana III (Santana) · Santana/Abraxas/Santana III (Santana) · Santana/Abraxas/Santana III [1998 Bonus Tracks] (Santana) · Best of Santana [3 Album Box] (Santana) · Sacred Fire: Santana Live in South America (Santana) · Soul Sacrifice: Santana's Best (Santana) · Pickin' on Santana (Pickin' On) · Profile of Santana (Santana) – and 90 other albums »
This.. (Santana) [Verse 1] Aye First let me take time to brush my shoulders off wait....I had to dust my shoulders off (thanks) Ya been waiting been
(yep) My momma knew I was (was) Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh) My first album
man got 10 mail man got 3 And just your luck the rap game got me hold up [Juelz Santana] Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
[Juelz Santana] Yeah y'all know what this is we back at it (uh huh) Come on It's that nine eleven music right here man We in the building man
Killa what's really good my nigga Un casa what's really good What's really good flee Yo, what's really good I got ta get on this album I just
on this album I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday What's really good (I mean, I mean the album is done I mean You know you on the next joint you on my
(Verse 1:Juelz Santana) Yo they tried to box me in the corner for the longest No key, locked me in this corner for the longest but Common man they
cars big stars like it's rock and roll Let's rock and roll Dip-set, this is Jim Jones man capo status Santana Killa, the don the album coming March
to me? Nigga scars'll scab What you gonna box me homie? I can dodge and jab Three shots couldn't touch me thank God for that I'm strong enough to carry
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes) From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
dollar check Every three months off Santana Don't you fuck up, though my family is the whole side of Atlanta Now how can I say? Okay, let me just put it
Bring that beat back That's what's up [verse 2] Feedback from truly Freedblacks Gotta think outta this Box of hard knocks Lined em up at fort knox To die
beautifully articulated Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it The styles they're
and all lay In the box you were topping the charts Look at the people not even jockin' your art Why's that Cause everybody that really buys rap Don't
told you niggaz 9 albums, stop fuckin' with me I done told you niggaz the 9 on me, stop fuckin' with me You niggaz must got 9 lives, 9th wonder Put
held by the Jet L-I I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try No two, no three, no four, know why? Because one's four-five might blow yo' high You
you dies Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try No two, no three, no four, know why? Because one's four-five might
Yellow canary, tennis bracelet necklace, knahmsayin? Three quarter black mink, shades, canaries in both ears Knahmsayin? Black Phantom, triple
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT? "Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down (repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
Everybody, everybody Everybody Everybody sit your bitch ass down and Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans, ya
I'm happily married with a house and three mistresses Even with the beard I'm not as hairy as my sister is Got a new Hummer, two Ferraris, and some
loco with that automatic (3x) Static addict, static addict, crazy with the gun Gimme a Glock, gimme a 4-5 And I would be straight Might make it through
Intro: It's going down around town what? Likwit Likwit. Uh. "No doubt" "Knock 'em out the box" Slick Rick 'Children's Story'
fucking weapon When I was three I was just a little G But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a real MC And at the age of nine I wrote my first
[Thirstin Howl III] I'm accustomed to abiding by freestyle penal code My rhymes are like long drives going down a scenic road Taught discipline