[Juelz Santana]   Oh, come on, fuck with your boy   It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at?   Let me see you through this   Killa, Jones, Freakay   Yeah man, I'm back at it      Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase   Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya   Tell 'em it's August, I'm "Gon' Til' November"   I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up   Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please)   Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please)   I see a town I'm likin'   See some niggas getting money in a town I like it   I run up on them with the pound and light it   Like it's my block now, all right kid?   He understood me quite clear   Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear   And I got back to my business, back to my bitches   Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision   Pop, I let that white stuff sit in   Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin'   Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin   And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it   Hey!      [Chorus: Juelz Santana]   I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles   Listening to gangsta music   I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels   Watching how the gangstas do it   I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles   Watching Shaft, clocking math      [Juelz Santana]   Now I see death around the corner   Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?   Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride   .45 semi on the side yeah, just doin' dey job yeah   Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah   One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah   Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc   Yeah, yeah, it's my year   So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way   Jose or Hector Camacho   Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos   Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before   I should y'all before, ey!      [Chorus: Juelz Santana]   I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles   Listening to gangsta music   I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels   Watching how the gangstas do it   I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles   Watching Shaft, clocking math      [Cam'Ron]   I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down   make me put my two arms up, Touchdown!   You stay in touch now, but when I touch down   I'm like Buckshot shorty, Duck Down   Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, Uptown   Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now?   Birds flip n dozens, chicks is dicks they suckin'   Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin   Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing muppets   Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband   That shit's disgusting   Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'   This on my wrist is nothing   Yeah it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds   Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'   You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to      [Chorus: Juelz Santana]   I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles   Listening to gangsta music   I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels   Watching how the gangstas do it   I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles   Watching Shaft, clocking math