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Juelz Santana

LaRon Louis James (born February 18, 1983), better known by his stage name Juelz Santana, is an American/Dominican rapper, producer, actor and member of group Dipset. He appeared on Cam'ron's 2002 singles, "Oh Boy" and "Hey Ma". In 2003, his debut album From Me to U was released by Def Jam Recordings; his next album What the Game's Been Missing! contained the top-ten single "There It Go (The Whistle Song)". He is currently working on his long awaited third studio album Born to Lose, Built to Win set to be released in the 4th quarter of 2012. more »

Year:

2006

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Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second, holla at you
True story

Cold sweats (sweaty sheets)
From bad dreams (nightmares)
I hope the Feds don't grab the team
'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers (Dipset)
We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up
Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us (solemnly swear)
Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us (pray for me)
And outlaws is what it made us
We live the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin')
Until I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead)
Due to my political ties
I can't roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side)
And if my gun boys ain't heard of ya
You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya
You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare
Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nikes
Boy you talk about my life here
F*ck wit' OGs that put dice in the mirror
And they tell me that life's but a gamble
The media will turn your whole life into a scandal

Put my emotions aside (why?)
'Cause they can never take me alive (no)
I'mma ride (I'mma ride)
And don't cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge (Guess what?)
He can never take me alive (no)
I'mma ride (I'mma ride)
And don't cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

Poured off Bentley
Looking like steroids
Jetson car, I'm looking like Elroy
Maserati lookin' like a shark on land
Neiman Marcus edition, contraband
Neiman Marcus I'm in it, shopping and
Five thousand spent on pants, man (man)
Bitches love it, nigga's want it
So bad they wanna take it, but I kill 'em for it (huh)
Believe it, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge
You better stay out the forest, warning
It's Santana you fucks,
Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks
I see you clear, my antennas is up
And that hand-scale is still in my pocket
What you want? (What you want?)
Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)
Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?)
Boys getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit
Well come meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us)
Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie wit' the dirt
Your corpse, flies will emerge

Put my emotions aside (why?)
'Cause they can never take me alive (no)
I'mma ride (I'mma ride)
And don't cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge (Guess what?)
He can never take me alive (no)
I'mma ride (I'mma ride)
And don't cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer
Listening to 'Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding)
Now, do you wanna ride or die?
Blowin' smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple)
I'm drunk staring B
I need therapy
The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy
Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo
I make it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll
My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar (that mixture)
And it all come back, like grams of the hard
You heard of us, the murderers, the most shady (DipSet)
Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones)
They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants
When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding)
They try to catch me out of bounds
They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town (loaded)
A thug changes, and love changes
And since 9/11, the price of the drugs changes
(Changes, changes, changes, changes, changes, changes)

Put my emotions aside (why?)
'Cause they can never take me alive (no)
I'mma ride (I'mma ride)
And don't cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge (Guess what?)
He can never take me alive (no)
I'mma ride (I'mma ride)
And don't cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the judge

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