Lyric Who I Am

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

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[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

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[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

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[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

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