Uh-huh, Santana   I like that man, that bad-da-ba-ba, that's hot   I like that, yeah who are you? Santana   Shit is crazy man   Y'all think niggaz don't cry? We do   Yeah, man I gotta get my thoughts together, I be thinking a lot   Light up a blunt, think of a rhyme sometimes too   But it's like yo... zone out      [Juelz Santana]   The time is now, my grind is here shit   My body is focused, my mind's in gear, let's start it   I'm moving at an unstoppable pace, I managed to reach the top of the race   Before it started damn, cold-hearted man   Rip apart your man, for that green dollar   Plain reppin' my target, stay and holla   Shoot and move from where ever my targets land   Damn, shit, I see ghosts when I sleep   It's really, I got to wake up, just to know I was sleep   Holding the heat, cold sweat all over my sheet   That's why I paint the most vividest pictures   My niggaz my bitches in the same position I live in   No oil and hot water, just boiling hot water   Cooking coke, to the oil and hot water, shit   But Who Am I      [ad libs]      [Juelz Santana]   I lived the life of a loner, with a righteous persona   But still sold crack right on the corner   My life consist of, a big puzzle that's mixed up   Big bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, then it's big cuffs   Big bailor gets up, I get out, shit what, this shit sucks   I need to find another road to follow   One that's new and strong, not old and hollow   As I hold this bottle and smoke this reefeer   Listening to some old Aaliyah, I say, damn...   And a tear comes trimbling down   Never seen a man cry, well you witness it now   Shit, this isn't game from the heart, this pain from the heart   This is for you Dame, it came from the heart, so      [ad libs]      [Juelz Santana]   Momma, I just want you to know   I'm in love with you so, if you wasn't here I'd be in love with you soul   My angel, mommy I'd die faithful   Just knowing somone tried to violate you   I'll slide 8ths through the side of their facial   Squeeze and rip apart a side of their facial   I'd take a slug, eat a bullet, swallow a gun   Shit, you gotta know I'm your son   Damn, this type of love, could only come from a son   Hold up mommy, I'm twisted I'm drunk...listen      [ad libs]      [Juelz Santana]   Yeah, but it's more then the liquor and weed   Yeah it's more then the liquor in me   Shit, I gotta get it together   I was falling off, with drunk words and sober thoughts   So, I'm still speaking the truth   And what I'm still speaking is truth, this is your younger sons speaking to you      [ad libs to fade]