I make music I consider a challenge   Like this here, reminds me of Gilligan's Island   And that reminds of Harlem, where my niggaz is whylin'   The only borough that was built on an island, woah      You fucks probably ain't know, if they cut off the bridges   We'd be stuck, forced to live on the island   But we gangstas, riders, 9/11 survivors   Niggaz still want beef than holla      You think you 'bout it, get your piece and holla   Squeze the piece when I think it's problems, do you follow?   A young, no plane lessons   Cocaine lessons, just a plot of towers      Before they crashed and divided the towers   I'm hurtin', working hard to reprovide the towers, like   Bring 'em back up, lift 'em back up   Niggaz back up or lift us back up      Okay, okay, okay   Okay, okay, okay   Okay, okay, okay   Y'all can't fuck with me, okay      Okay, okay, okay   Okay, okay, okay   Okay, okay, okay   Y'all can't fuck with me, okay   Now let me hear you say, okay      It's Santana the great again, tie him up   Bandana his face again   I tried to tell 'em it's no escaping the basics   And no escaping the hatred and no escaping the matrix man      Only Neo is me, no Cleo can see my future   If she did I'd shoot her   They tried to say the mission was impossible   I came through, crew did it, got it poppin' too      Two bitches on my side both prostitutes   Gray smoke, mobster's suit, yeah, they get it poppin' too   I get my ace holes chopped in two, dimes, quarters, rocks in two   The fiends cop it too      Yeah, look at 'em rockin' two, rockin' boat, rock n' jock   Stop and plot, hot a B L D A T   Fucka, this nigga gotta stop, out of sight, out of mind   He gotta go, he out of line      Okay, okay, okay   Okay, okay, okay   Okay, okay, okay   Y'all can't fuck with me, okay      Okay, okay, okay   Okay, okay, okay   Okay, okay, okay   Y'all can't fuck with me, okay