Lyrics:
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
a couple of Rosarios
DJ Quik and Suga Free on the stereo
I'm the king of the area - barrio Barbarian
Interrupted by my bitch asking if we can go
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
and you see that shit
Me and Pro 2 of America's most wanted
Fuck your album cover
There's an actor on it
How many rappers want it
I can go down the line one
[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad]
right now, when the drive by happen you gon' feel that K hit
I'm rocking a purple bandana
You ain't nobody, yeah you a random
I've been ghosting but I
for a girl
With an ass that's a handful
Bad attitude ain't nothing I can't handle
Tell me what's your name
I go by Mu Santana
Young Icy ass nigga drip
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad]
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
I do keep it blood like a Piru
I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it
shit quick for real
I need me a zip for real
I'll hit up Santana and Git for real
Those are my guys for real
For real
You need me to slide I will
I'll
Come on!
Jim Jones where you at baby?
Juelz Santana (I feel good right now man)
This is music right here
Once again where you at
I feel like
[Ja Rule]
Uh, uh, yeah
We back up in this motherfucker
Murder Inc
Ha ha
I go by the name of the Rule
You know
Got my nigga Chink Santana in
like sheesh
When i hit from the back told her scream babyflee nigga
Chiki gon hop out the cut deuce deuce
Police askin me shit i don't got no clue
You
be rolling through the streets
In a beamer bomber like Hiroshima
Hit you like Katrina 'til they like
"Damn Gina!" (Damn)
I eat MCs like fast food,
of shit, don't you tire me
What up Santana? Fredo Santana
We got on bandanas, guns man handled
Aye Big Woo, let's hit a stain bitch
I'm insane bitch, I need
Santana got it hittin
And that's the truth for real
Santana on the beat
I'd rather be rich than famous, that's the truth
I've been on hits where
Coke (ooh)
Bottle body, wanna hit it like some dope
I'm in that wham bam brand new Lamb'
Pull up, hop out, shut it down
Sloppy toppy, call him Papi
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
Stressing down bad about a situation
How bout I just book a ticket and I’m on vacation
Hit my line on my celly, don’t keep me waiting
Hit my line on my celly,
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Aye bruh Ian gone lie to you I heard this shit by Baby Santana and that nigga raw asf
Bruh I had to make my own fucking remix you feel me
So shoutout
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