I Love You (Skit 2)

Yeah, Dipset ****! 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!

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 ****, 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 **** I love, my ****, 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

Yeah, yeah (gotta get pass this)

C'mon (Knahmean? I gotta get this out)

Fuck with your boy (let's do it my ****

This touch my heart right here, man)

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh - OH!

(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 **** 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, ****' career over like Mike: anyone

Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, it's over, huh

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