Back Like Cooked Crack 3: Fiend Out lyrics
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Song: Mr. Postman
Artist: Juelz Santana
Album: Back Like Cooked Crack 3: Fiend Out
Typed by: marcyville@gmail.com

[Juelz Santana]
I'm like (oh yes)
I'm nice
Still pitchin' (weight)
Still flippin' (weight)
So come fuck with the boy
I'm still pumpin the boy
I'll still dump on the boy
Blue still pump to the boy
I'm Mr. Postman also Mr. Toastman
I'm yellin (wait)
Yeah I'm sellin (weight)
I keep my chick on smash like a mufucka
Thick lips hips tits ass like a mufucka...

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Song: Kill A Man
Artist: Juelz Santana
Album: Back Like Cooked Crack 3: Fiend Out
Typed by: marcyville@gmail.com

Ay (yup yup yup yup)
Dipset, you already know what it is (yup yup yup yup)
Juelz Santana Fiend Out
Act stupid the gat's shootin

[Juelz Santana]
This one punk tried to come on my strip
Set up shop and pitch I'm like oh shit
Started reachin for my magnum
Ran up on him "what the fuck you doin" is what I asked him
He started laughin made me blast him
Shitted on hisself he ain't make it to the bathroom
Just because we call it Sugar Hill don't mean it's sweet
That mean we got it that mean it's cheap
We get coke like that we pitch coke like that
We gettin money other kids don't like that
I'm like fuck them niggas they just hatin'
Plus I don't trust them niggas they just waitin'
For me to slip up so they can get up close
And give a clip up but I won't let'em (nope)
They got me fucked up but I won't tell'em (nope)

[Chorus]
Here is somethin you can't understand (how I can just kill a man)
Here is somethin you can't comprehend (how I can just kill a man)
Satana's on that bullshit again (how I can just kill a man)
Here is somethin you can't comprehend (how I can just kill a man)

[Juelz Santana]
Now when you see me give it up lil nigga
Cuz you know I keep it comin
My niggas don't waste no time
When it's on they get to dumpin'
If we cool then we cool if we ain't then we ain't
But it's a line you can never even cross by mistake
Kids get crazy clips get filled to the tip it's crazy
Shit gets crazy brotha hit motha hit missin' babies
Look now he got neverendin' beef on
Never in the streets like my flow I go to a never endin beat
But now back to the script and the basics the killin' and wastin'
You niggas want it come get I'm waitin'
Ay

[Chorus]
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Song: Pop Off
Artist: Juelz Santana
Album: Back Like Cooked Crack 3: Fiend Out
Typed by: marcyville@gmail.com

[Chorus]
Nigga stop frontin' if you ain't down to pop off
My niggas ain't frontin' homie they down to pop off
Dipset in this mufucka you know we pop off
Who frontin' who stuntin' in here
You stuntin' you frontin' in here

Nigga pop off
You always runnin' your mouth but you never pop off
You only run to the cops when shit ever pop off
You scared yall don't really wanna pop off

[Juelz Santana]
You know I get it poppin' in this mufucka
On and on and poppin' in this mufucka
You know Jones the Cappo of this mufucka
Killa yeah the Don done Dotta of this mufucka
Dipset get it right if you heard wrong
Or should I say get it right or get swerved on
You know niggas get dropped off knocked off
Soon as I get to pop off copped off, ay
Dipset is the movement Byrd Gang so we with
Grip techs and we shootin' third lane's where the coupes in
I pull over the fast ride hop out like ay say hell to the bad guy
You know you niggas not supposed to be eatin'
Fuck is goin' on you cockaroaches still breathin'
Pop off you heard me or get popped off on
This here is titled the Pop Off song
Yall don't really wanna pop off (you know)

[Hook]
You know homie let's get into it - pop off
You know you ain't gangsta till you prove it - pop off
You know we can take it into the square - pop off
You in here I'm in here

You know you ain't scared I ain't scared - pop off
Home let's get into it - pop off
You ain't gangsta till you prove it - pop off
You scared yall don't really wanna - pop off
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Song: Comeback
Artist: Juelz Santana
Album: Back Like Cooked Crack 3: Fiend Out
Typed by: marcyville@gmail.com

[Hook - sample]
Comeback
Comeback
Comeback baby

Comeback
Comeback
Comeback baby

[Juelz Santana]
I went from a whole grind to a slow grind
A slow grind is no grind and no grind is slow time
But I know mine so I coach mine
I'm right back at in no time
With hard rock it's show time
I'll never lose my ability to hustle
The thrill in me to hustle it's just in me to hustle
It's all in me the hustle and callin me to hustle like

[Hook - sample]

I done done that
Done that
Done that baby
I done pumped crack swung that brung back 80
I saw a lot of it I bought a lot of it
I broke it down sold it now I'm all out of it
But I get product quick papi get his dollars quick
I want out of this my phone rang I heard

[Hook 2]
I want to come back
Come back come back baby
Come back come back come back baby (she keep tellin me)
Come back come back come back baby (all I'm hearin is)
Come back come back come back baby (I'm gettin tired of this)
Come back come back come back baby (It's gotta stop)
Come back come back come back baby

Why should I come back to that cookin and baggin that
I shouldn't come back to that pushin them slabs of crack
And believe me I wouldn't come back to that
But somethin' keeps pullin the bastard back
I try to believe I could pull it and blast at that
But it jammed in now all I can hear is

[Hook]

She like damn I been good to you
Even through drought time I got it good for you (that white)
You selfish bastard how could you do
This to me you shouldn't do this to me
We got a long term history
I said police got it long term in for me she said

[Hook 2]

Now I'm like fuck that fuck that
Fuck that baby she like

[Hook]

You the only one that cut that and make it
[Hook] gravy
I'm like you right about that you ain't lyin bout that
But please I ain't tryna go back she like

[Hook]

I'm like ok and how she like ok and now
Let's have a buffet the cocaine corale
I'm like this bitch is on cocaine and wow
Yeah she got to be speedin' she got to be steamin'
Yeah I think that pipe got her she need it
I keep tellin' her stop it she screamin she like

[Hook 2]
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Song: Murder
Artist: Juelz Santana f/ Cam'ron
Album: Back Like Cooked Crack 3: Fiend Out
Typed by: marcyville@gmail.com

Up in the streets, they call it murder...

[Juelz Santana}
Up gun tucked
Niggas front get bucked then

Up gun tucked
Buck buck then

[Chorus]
Murda murda m-murda murda m-murda these
I'm bout to
Murda murda m-murda murda m-murda these
I'm bout to
Murda murda m-murda murda m-murda these
I'm bout to
Murda murda m-murda murda m-murda these

[Juelz Santana]
I stay up (in the street)
My gun tucked (in the street)
I gives a fuck (in the street) so
Welcome to Jamrock no
Welcome to my damn block
Where the slugs and cans pop
For the ones in tan box
Kids play in the sandbox
Other kids lay in boxes with sand tops
You can't stop this
Murda murda m-murda murda m-murda shit
The servin servin s-servin servin s-servin bricks
We purchase purchase p-purchase and purchase p-purchase with
Swervin swervin s-swervin swervin s-swervin on purpose bitch
Try to stop me you ain't kid
Try to pop me you can't live
So you'll need an oxygen tank shit
And for those bucks I'm no punk
I'm Scarface coked up you know what
I think I need another hit
You know who you fuckin with
Ay

[Chorus x2]

[Cam'ron]
Killa Killa mo killin killin for Killa Killa
Feel the dealer chinchillas they can fit on gorillas
Santana bananas clip bananas wrapped in bandanas
Hammer hammers no cameras you'll be runnin to nanna
Nanna Nanna Santana he be holdin burettas
Killa Killa kill civilians you know I'm no better
Mo better better cheddar cheddar
You'll be dead on your leather
For cheddar cheddar heads we sever go get it together
Get it together now now get my papes right
Come through late night, I know what it taste like
Some good coke dawg go get your base piped
Put on my Laker jersey then I go rape white
You got G ma I got G too, shit
She wanna fly G4 won't fly G2
Need 10,000 you won't get a G boo
Only G you gettin is me, oh G true

[Chorus x2]

[Juelz Santana]
I bang (in the street)
I slang (in the street)
My nuts hang (in the street)
Yup so don't get it confused or fucked up
My dudes'll jump up
The ruger dump dump buck buck and (they call it murda)
Act stupid the gat's shootin'
We'll leave you there leave you square
Box-style boxed out he who dares, dares
Don't play be calm now calm down cuz
We all know you're not a killa killa guerilla man
Yall know I get that scrilla scrilla for realla fam
Catch me in the chinchilla all through the winter man
Never catch me trippin' slippin' and kill you, damn
I show the hood love they show me love back
And the hood is where my heart is so I love that
Naw you can't keep a black man down
I'm worldwide Harlem's own Manhattan bound

[Juelz Santana]
I told you
I told you niggas is in trouble man
Dipset, the new season has offcially begun
Ay ay ay ay
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Song: This Is That
Artist: Juelz Santana f/ Game & Jim Jones
Album: Back Like Cooked Crack 3: Fiend Out
Typed by: marcyville@gmail.com

[Juelz Santana]
Now this here's that Stone Cold pop shit
That stone cold Rock shit
That yo yo whoa whoa that homegrown hot shit
What's so so go go bro that cokehead
Nigga get cold on pop shit I coke head and pop clips
This that 6-4 loco low low stock shit
That big oh 4-4 cop shit
This is that mothafuckin ryda ryda
That fuckin ryda ryda
Shit that make you wanna know who rydin' by ya
Up jack move up gat tune
Now get the fuck outta the car we want that suit
This is that banger banger that fuckin banger banger
This here'll awaken arangatanga

[Chorus]
This is that this is that this is that this is that
This is that this is that mothafuckin ryda ryda
This is that this is that this is that this is that
This is that this is that mothafuckin banga banga
Ohhh ok, so Hail Mary would you
Ohhh ok, Hail Mary would you
Ohhh ok, so Hail Mary would you
Ohhh ok, Hail Mary would you

[Game]
I came to get it on cock it back let it fly
Point blank point fingers bitches like "there them guys"
Twenty-two inches canary yellow five
Purple haze out the sunroof vanilla sky
Yeah L's I'm that gangsta gangsta
From the City of Angels
That'll catch'em in broad day and bang'em
We keep the drama poppin' 64 Impala's hoppin'
See the Dr. know I been sellin' rocks since he dropped The Watcher
We got that fire fire in the low ryda ryda
Any drama come eye to eye with the .45 you dyin
Where the cops at blow them shots back
Put me where Pac at in Converse and a Sox hat
I'm a gangsta you a wanksta
I'm bangin' we hangin' you better watch your fingers
Nigga stop that 'fore you got popped at
And Blood sets Crip sets...ahhh

[Chorus]

[Jim Jones]
This is New York's Ryder Man but on the West I'm covered
I stay G'd up with my heat tucked in my vest I thug it
I know they bangin' so I'm ridin' with my cannon
And I'm swervin' doin eighty and my car ain't through the canyon
This is that mothafuckin ghetto ghetto you know that heavy metal
Bang shots and I bet you meet the devil
Point blank range point blank aim
Run up on a mark hope he get the point bang bang
But now I'm dealin with that paranoia
They tried to grab my boys up
Speed from cops and I had to crash the toys up
Keep my coupe warm got my suit on
In and out see the judge faggots fall like futons
Lord knows I wanna kill this witness of this million dollar business
Fuck bail try to repeal the sentence
Cappo will do get some real dudes
Cruise by your hood won't hesistate to kill you

[Chorus]
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Song: Never Half Steppin'
Artist: Juelz Santana
Album: Back Like Cooked Crack 3: Fiend Out
Typed by: marcyville@gmail.com

Now that I got your attention...

[Juelz Santana]
Picture a rapper steppin' to me they frontin'
I got that crack they don't want nothin'
With me against me I simply disgrace'em
Replace'em like a chick right after I spank'em
Give me a hot track I chop that
Down like a tree with a chainsaw I got that
I work hard for what I got
Won't my spot come get it good luck I'm hot
Listen to me the game's in a drought
Ship in the ki's oh the shipment is me
I'm that raw that yall been waitin for
Cook it up freebase for all
And niggas keep askin' why I stayed with Def Jam
Cam left what I think I'm savin' Def Jam save the questions
I had a decision decision was made I made the best man
Only thing left to do is place your bets man
The underdog's headed to the top and I'm never 'gon stop
Till I'm dead or in a box in the ground forever under rocks
Until then I spit that lyrical murda it's all tore up
The way I'm spittin these words out, word up
I'm so next level with it forget it
It's no next level after I do it get it

[Hook]
I'm never half steppin'
No not at all I could never do that
I'm never half steppin'
No not at all I could never do that
I'm never half steppin'
No not at all I could never do that
I'm never half steppin'
No not at all I could never do that
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Song: Regulator
Artist: Juelz Santana
Album: Back Like Cooked Crack 3: Fiend Out
Typed by: marcyville@gmail.com

[Juelz Santana]
It was a clear cool night I just hit the highway
All white car rear view lights my rear view's tight
I ain't tryna see them damn red blue lights in my rearview tonight
Plus I got some shit in my trunk
That if the dog come sniff he'll be sick for a month
I gotta get from point A to point B the operation is point C
I'm smokin hazy eyes while I'm drivin'
Eighty fives what I'm clockin' fuck the speed limit
Fot the uzi in to keep weed scented nigga I mean business
I hit the town up like what niggas
Got a trunk full of whatever you want niggas
And it's get down or lay down
And if I got to pull this thing out you'll sit down and stay down
I ain't here for no short stay and I ain't acceptin' short pay
I been drivin' all day I got it for twenty four for sure
You want it mix I'll cook it for twenty six it's raw
I bring the tricks in when I'm mixin'
I make a shape like a cookie on base
You dudes wonder why I got that potent stuff
Cuz I cook with less soda and more coke than ya

[Hook]
If you know like I know
Then you don't wanna fuck with this
It's a Dipset era thugged out with a gangsta twist
If you smoke like I smoke
Then you high like everyday
And if yo ass is a customer
Santana's gonna make you pay

[Break - x2]
You can't leave it alone
It's got you fiendin'
Fiendin'

[Santana]
I think I need another hit
You know who you fuckin with...

Call me a grinder call me a survivor
Plus I'm a sex symbol
That'll make your bitch beg tremble
Floor shake bar rock hard cock
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Song: Pick It Up
Artist: Juelz Santana f/ Lil Wayne
Album: Back Like Cooked Crack 3: Fiend Out
Typed by: marcyville@gmail.com

[Chorus]
If my train falls off the track
Pick it up pick it up pick it up
If my train falls off the track
Pick it up pick it up pick it up
Said if my train falls off the track
Pick it up pick it up pick it up
I said if my train falls off the track
Pick it up pick it up pick it up

[Juelz Santana]
Back on the scene cripsy and clean
Wrist full of gleam I'm doin my thing nai'meen
Understand me family I keep cannons near me
You do not wanna dare me hear me
Tuned into me I'm soon fin to be
The new number one hip hip MC
I'm the shit get me you can't get with me
I'm all that and a bag of chips the chicks dig me
I know this bad lil momma fast lil momma
Grown up got an ass like her momma
I touched her I crushed her I felt like Usher after I fucked her
I said "yeah" lil momma wetted in the pool
Just imagine if I sexed her in the pool
I said "yeah" chicks love my swagger
I ain't talkin bout a knife when I say chicks love my dagger, so

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
I got a cocky ass walk I bounce and I bop
Fresh off the train with an ounce of that pot
Fresh off some brain I passed on the pussy
And I only go down if you got cash on the pussy
And that's just to snatch that off the pussy
Put you on the track and make that back off of the pussy
I'm a mack not a rookie
I got a buncha chips don't touch my bag of cookies
Or we comin back in hoodies
Make you dance like Ciara when we come for them goodies
Put a gram on the mirror baby girl lets boogie
Put half on my dick baby girl that's sugar
They like Weezy how could ya
Girl I'm a pimp my grandma was a hooker
And I love her I wouldn't lie about that
So bitch don't fall off the track

[Chorus]
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Song: Hi, My Name Is
Artist: Juelz Santana
Album: Back Like Cooked Crack 3: Fiend Out
Typed by: marcyville@gmail.com

[Hook]
Hey say I'm back
Yo I got that
And I rock that bandana

Hi my name is (what)
My name is (who)
My name is Santana

x2

[Juelz Santana]
Hi guys do you like my life
Tell me do you like guns pussy drugs the high life
Are there any one of those three things you do not like
Number two, pussy, are you gay do you like guys
Are you one of them dudes that sleep with a night light
Bright bright so the bed bugs don't come and bite bite
Thought you was gangsta oh
That was just an image drawn on a paper now I'm gonna erase ya
Stay back you rap dudes the game is hungry
I bring the steak back you make the fast food
My brain's mixed up that's why I spit stuff
To make a chick in a strip club gimme her tip cup after I tip her
You want a grave it'll get dug and guess what
You'll be the one diggin' it you idiot
You gettin' it diggin' it you'll bleed
Just like a chick's period I'm serious
And I been watchin' you rappers actin'
You actin' rappin' you're stealin my ways
You're swagger jackin'
And I'm not suprised but I'm here to tell you
I already got a son stop it guys
Don't bother nigga I'm a father nigga
Go look for someone else to be a father figure
I do this niggas and I do this well
But I'ma stop now I'ma leave it up for you to tell
Ay

[Hook]
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Song: Make It Work For Ya
Artist: Juelz Santana f/ Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne
Album: Back Like Cooked Crack 3: Fiend Out
Typed by: marcyville@gmail.com

[Hook]
Boy let me show you how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show you how to hit that strip
How to get that dick don't give back lip

Go head do what you do, make it work for ya
Go head do what you do, make it work for ya
Go head do what you do, make it work for ya
Go head do what you do, make it work for ya

[Juelz Santana]
Put the coke in the pots whip it over to rocks
Ship it over the block it's movin movin
I do the damn thing I get a brick shit
I don't let it sit quick I move the damn thing
I can show you how to mix that shit
How to whip that shit how to twist that wrist
I can show you how to get back more
And the shit that you get back is just that raw
Girl I can show you how to hit that Ave.
With that big fat ass and go get that cash
But you know you gotta give back half
I'm somethin like a pimp now go get that cash
Boy I don't play when it comes to money
Guess that's why I'm ok when it comes to money
I got two coupes a truck and one four door
I can pick up all my ho's and have a one for a all

[Hook]

[Young Jeezy]
Cop ten sold five then I hid three
Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other two
Fuck a magic stick Jeezy got a magic wrist
David Copperfield on the stove all type of shit
Stack it up like Pringles all type of chips
AR-15 all type of clips (damnnnnn)
GA yeah Atlanta Dipset Harlem World call Santana
Hit Jim on the hip Cam on the celly
Rico call Ace I get him for the R. Kelly
And that's seventeen a chick I know the Birdman
140th and Lennox I know the Byrdgang

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Eeughhh, you can smell it through the wrapper
That's that shit nigga sit it in the pamper
I still got two sittin in the hamper
I let'em sit and air out or else you want them dampers
My lil brother got piff on the campus
We call him the N-O Cappo
We all in this what we ride for
We got cash money on the table and underneath the flo'
Shit it's like I got a pan how I heat the flo'
But I really got a pan when I heat the blow
Hey Develop this beat is so mothafuckin GI Joe
And the hydro got me high I can't see where I go
When the rap stop movin you just follow the coat
And ya bitch start choosin she wanna ride with a pro
I'ma have that ho swallowin coke, Birdman

[Hook]
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Song: Take Notes
Artist: Juelz Santana
Album: Back Like Cooked Crack 3: Fiend Out
Typed by: marcyville@gmail.com

[Biggie - sample]
Relax and take notes
While I take totes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you on the choke gun smoke gun smoke
Take Notes

While I take totes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you on the choke gun smoke gun smoke
x3

[Juelz Santana]
You niggas got to be super stupid thinkin I won't shoot and use it
This gun that I cruise and move with
It looks like the newest Ruger it sounds like a new bazooka
Ain't no tellin' what this type of shit'll do to ya booya booya
It's on my hip for a reason leave it don't make me release it
Squeeze it bang bang at your Reeses Pieces
You'll lay on the street with cement
Or thrown in the sea with salmon for sharks to go and examine
I doubt you'll make it to shore in one piece
Are you comprehendin' this killa shit that I'm sayin'
This big banana guerilla clip that I'm sprayin (ay...I ain't playin)
I got a mac in my pocket I'm lyin
A mac can't fit in my pocket I'm tryin to fit in there anyway
Who really ready for war who really ready to brawl
Come with it I'm really ready for it all
I'll bang at your clique I'll bang at your crew
I'll bang at your squad whoevers involved I'll bang at'em all
I bang till they fall I bang till they brains leave stains on the wall
Hop in the car change lanes then I'm gone
I bang harder than a chain gang in the fall
With chains chained to their arm I'm dead wrong
Ya dig?

Relax and take notes
While I take totes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you on the choke gun smoke gun smoke
Take Notes

[Outro]
I am back like cooked crack yup
Even my connect ask me how I cook that up
So nice throw ice up for me
Two pieces for BIG and one piece for the ki's
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Song: King Of N.Y.
Artist: Juelz Santana
Album: Back Like Cooked Crack 3: Fiend Out
Typed by: marcyville@gmail.com

[Hook]
Look at me I'm the King of New York
Suddenly I'm respected respected by

[Juelz Santana]
The big city the Big Apple I do it big
Big things I'm rollin' hard I'm movin' big
I mash through coupe with the glass roof
Weeded high like to see the sky
The kid's hotter than any nigga you get holla
You disagree place the bet big timer
I get a kick outta takin' big dollars
The flow's sick spit lava (ya heard me)
You could be set on fire and couldn't get hotter
Than this big product cooked crack boy
I'm from Harlem Sugar Hill's most
Notoriously known to cook and grill coke
It's the home of hustlers home for hustlers
For the drug zones to those among us
We don't care hardknock life earn our right
That's why I grind and shine star like bright
I went from havin to park my bike
To not havin a spot to park at night
Now look I got a parking lot and a parking spot
And every car that's parked is hot
I know you niggas hate to hear that
But me I couldn't wait to hear that
And I'm still on my grind homie like I ain't got shit
I'm good but I ain't got rich, bitch

Song: Salute
Artist: Juelz Santana f/ Hell Rell
Album: Back Like Cooked Crack 3: Fiend Out
Typed by: marcyville@gmail.com

[Hook 1 - Juelz Santana]
Soldiers mound up rollers mound up
Gangstas mound up throw your town up
Salute...I think they ready for war
Well ok (well ok)

Soldiers mound up rollers mound up
Gangstas mound up throw your town up
Salute...I think they ready for war
Well ok (well ok)

We was concealed in a bunch of steel bins
We wasn't born here we was reeled in
Fuck a fishing rod we was hit and whipped
With nigga rods kicked and pickin yards
Now we caked up we sit in pickett yards
We barbeque picnic in the yard
But I know niggas in the yard
Don't picnic they ice pick shit in the yard
CO come nightstick shit in the yard
CO know night shift don't hit the yard
CO know don't touch the tier
It'll corrupt in there niggas corrupt in there
Let me see twenty-three fourty-five double life fourty nine
This supposed to be a rehabilitation spot
You leave'em in a cage to rot for caught cagin' rocks
Then you go home and sip the same shit
Life ain't changed you just the same bitch

[Hook 2- Juelz Santana + Hell Rell]
Soldiers mound up rollers mound up
Gangstas mound up throw your town up
Salute (Salute)...I think they ready for war
Well ok (well ok) well ok (well ok)

[Hell Rell]
Soldiers mound up roll a pound up
Hell Rell gangsta from the mothafuckin ground up
I'm a clown what, snatch your child up
I, turn a church girl straight to a down slut
Big blunt in the mouth sippin' Cristal
She gonna do me then do my man, yeah it's foul but
I don't give a fuck I live for the moment
It make sense don't it yall niggas don't really want it
I told my moms "Mommy I ain't livin' right"
This might be the last time I kiss my kids at night
She said baby you a man you in God's hands
And you can make your own but you 'gon stick to God's plan
So I moved like the lion over the jungle
And this the hood you dyin' over a bundle
And look at these cowards yeah they mad he braggin'
Runnin' from the paddy wagon with his khakis saggin'

[Hook 1]

[Juelz Santana]
I mean by any means necessary I do anything
Just to see my enemy's cemetary
Anything to see my enemys gettin' buried
You 'gon start to see my enemys gettin' buried
By the sea shore in small lil pieces like meatballs so falcons can eat yall
You don't know what captivity did to us
You don't know what that shit really did to us
I don't know what that shit really did to me
I know I'm loco and that shit's really nickin me
I know the fo-fo's in the fuckin' facinity
I know the po-po's gonna be runnin' up in for me
Fuck it I'm meant to be
Fuck'em and hit the streets
Yeah...nigga I'm ready for war (well ok)
Is you ready for war (no way...you ain't)

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