I Love You

Yuh dip set, nigga Luca, f**k with your boy Santana, f**k with your boy You know, I'm feelin' like Rocky again My reason to fight People say my theories is backwards I tell them, sincerely, it's clearly, you hearing me backwards 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, I got problems I worship the late prophet, the great Muhammad Ali For the words that he spoke, that stung like a bee Soaked into me, you f**ker's will see But still I'm insane, I'm rod man, dealing my brain I'm grinding sharing my pain, shit, where is the fame My niggaz, they still rhyming, still in the game Still grindin', still dealing the cane Still cockin' shit at your brain Homie, I still smell the rotten people that lay Down in ground zero, forgotten, left in for days Probably left there to stay, left to decay Broken pieces of towers, left in their graves I pray let them be saved, till then, that's just a suggestion I make You follow me homie, listen, I subjected my ways To cocaine, weapons that spray, at your face motherf**ker It's Santana the great motherf**ker, in the place motherf**ker Stay away motherf**ka 'cause I'm headed Straight to the top motherf**ka Diplomat Taliban Slash rock motherf**ka Oh yeah, I do this for my block motherf**ka D train, Al Gator, pop motherf**ka Young drugs, young twins, Shiest Bug The niggaz I love, my niggaz, my thugs Now, come f**k with your boy Jones, killa, Freaky, come f**k with your boy, whoa It's Santana again nigga, no bandanas just him nigga In the flesh motherf**ka, like Yeah, I can pa*s this, yo man I got to get this out Let's do it my nigga, it's touch my heart right here nigga Go I seen it time, business and friendship Well f**k it, friendships get ended, business attended Clips get extended lawyers get called, accountants get faxed That was my man, well I wish that he meant it, f**k it It's been a long time, hearin' the mobsters This ain't overnight, it's years in the process Shed a tear in the process, now process is over All my niggaz get prepared for the Oscars Back to the block, sharing a lobster Morris Malone, Sam Malone, preparing the vodka, holla Hallelujah, no hum-du Allah, but respecting my Aki He held me down, when it was getting real Rocky Hustling, isn't a hobby I sit in the lobby, look at my ovie, have visions of Gotti Visions of lotties, pictures of blood, scenes of L I wanna see my son, piss in that potty Jimmy, I'm going to make sure your wrist is real Rocky See my plans are for 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 roads to the lows, I knows what it's like Now, niggaz career over like Mike anyone Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, it's over 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, blood shed Let's get our shit now