The Diplomats, Cam’ron, Juelz Santana - I Love You lyrics

Yeah, Dipset nigga! 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 niggas, 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 niggas I love, my niggas, 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 nigga
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 niggas 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, niggas' 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