I Love You

Lyrics

[Intro: Juelz Santana] Yeah, Dipset nigga! Luca! Fuck with your boy, one more time (YEAH!) Uh huh, Santana Fuck with your boy, you know Yeah, I'm feeling like Rocky again, man It's a new fight, OH! [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] People say my theories is backwards I tell them, sincerely, it's clearly, you, hearing me backwards, ay! I tell 'em I'm great, but still I need practice I tell them to wait Go and comeback quick, they don't understand me It's not logic, I'm not logic, got problems I worship the late prophet, the great Muhammad, Ali For the words he spoke, that stung like a bee Soaked into me, you fuckers'll see but, still I'm insane I'm Rodman, dealing my brain I'm grinding, sharing my pain, shit, where is the fame? My niggas, they still rhyming, still in the game Still grinding, dealing the 'caine Still popping shit at your brain, homie I still smell the rotten people that lay Down in ground zero, forgotten, left there for days Probably left there to stay, left to decay Broken pieces of towers, left as their graves, ay! I pray, let them be saved 'til then, that's just a suggestion I made You follow me homie? Listen, I subjected my ways The cocaine, weapons that spray, at your, face motherfucker It's Santana the Great, motherfucker In the place motherfucker, stay away motherfucker 'Cause, I'm headed straight to the top, motherfucker Diplomat Taliban, slash ROC, motherfucker! And yeah, I do this for my block motherfuckers D train, Al Gator, pop motherfucker Young drugs, young twins, Shiest Bub The niggas I love, my niggas, my thugs, WHOA! Now, come fuck with your boy Jones, Killa, Freekey, come fuck with your boy, WHOA! It's Santana again, no bandana Just him, in the flesh motherfucker like [Interlude: Juelz Santana (Cam'ron)] Yeah, yeah (gotta get pass this) C'mon (Knahmean? I gotta get this out) Fuck with your boy (let's do it my nigga This touch my heart right here, man) Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh - OH! [Verse 2: Cam'ron] (Killa, Killa..) Yo, I seen in time, business and friendship Well fuck it, friendship get ended, business attended Clips get extended Lawyers get called, accountants get faxed That was my man, well I wish that he meant it, fuck it It's been a long time, hearing the mobsters This ain't overnight, it's years in the process Shed a tear in the process, now process is over All my niggas get prepared for the Oscars Back to the block, sharing a lobster Maurice Malone, Sam Malone, preparing the vodka, holla Hallelujah, no hum-du-allah, but respect to my Akki Held me down, when shit got real rocky Hustling, isn't a hobby I sit in the lobby, look at my Ivy, have visions of Gotti Visions of Lottie, pictures of Blood, scenes of L I wanna see my son, piss in that potty Jimmy, I'm gon' make sure your wrist is real rocky See my plans were long-term like Mr. Miyagi Wax on, wax off, put our wax on, take that wack off Over some nights, I had fights over the white The road to the lows, I knows what it's like Now, niggas' career over like Mike: anyone Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, it's over, huh [Outro: Cam'ron] This shit right here touched my soul, man My grandmother or something, 56 bless her soul Apartment 56 that is, 101, West 140th Street Rest In Peace Liddiah Giles, Bloodshed