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popping shit at your frame\nHomie, I still smell the rotten people that lay\nDown in Ground Zero, forgotten, left there for days\n\nProbably left there to stay, left to decay\nBroken pieces of towers left as they graves\nAye, I pray, let them be saved\n'Til then, that's just a suggestion I made, you follow me homie?\nListen, I subjected my ways to cocaine weapons that spray\nAt your face, motherfucker\nIt's Santana the Great, motherfucker\nIn the place, motherfucker, stay awake, motherfucker\n'Cause I'm headed straight to the top, motherfucker\nDiplomat Taliban slash ROC, motherfucker\n\nAnd yeah, I do this for my block motherfuckers\nD-Train, Al Gator, 'Pac, motherfucker\n\nYoung Drugz, Young Twin, Shiest Bub\nThe niggas I love, my niggas, my thugs, whoa!\n\nNow come fuck with your boy Jones\nKilla, Freekey, come fuck with your boy, whoa!\nIt's Santana again, no bandana, just him\n\nIn the flesh, motherfucker like, yeah!\n\nGotta get past this, you know what I mean?\nI gotta get this out, (Fuck with your boy)\nLet's do it my nigga, this touching my heart right here\nKilla, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa\nThe young prince of the city, Juelz Santana!\nPut your money up, bet your label, your whips or whatever!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.38] Yeah, Dipset nigga, Luca!\n[00:08.81] Fuck with your boy, one more time, woo!\n[00:12.07] Yeah, oh, uh huh, Santana!\n[00:18.30] Fuck with your boy!\n[00:21.05] You know, yeah\n[00:23.34] I'm feeling like Rocky again man, this a new fight!\n[00:26.35] Oh, people say my theories is backwards\n[00:29.07] I tell them sincerely, it's clearly you hearing me backwards\n[00:32.47] Aye, I tell them I'm great but still I need practice\n[00:35.34] I tell them to wait, go and come back quick, they don't understand me\n[00:39.37] It's not logic, I'm not logic, got problems\n[00:42.57] I worship the late prophet, the great Muhammad\n[00:45.88] Omar Atta, forged courage behind the\n[00:48.93] Wheel of the plane, remind me when I was dealing the 'caine\n[00:52.13] Still I'm insane, I'm rhyming, dealing my brain\n[00:54.68] I'm grinding, sharing my pain, shit, where is the fame?\n[00:58.46] My niggas, they still rhyming, still in the game\n[01:00.92] Still grinding, dealing the 'caine, still popping shit at your frame\n[01:04.37] Homie, I still smell the rotten people that lay\n[01:07.92] Down in Ground Zero, forgotten, left there for days\n[01:11.46] Probably left there to stay, left to decay\n[01:14.21] Broken pieces of towers left as they graves\n[01:17.08] Aye, I pray, let them be saved\n[01:19.53] 'Til then, that's just a suggestion I made, you follow me homie?\n[01:23.56] Listen, I subjected my ways to cocaine weapons that spray\n[01:27.96] At your face, motherfucker\n[01:30.51] It's Santana the Great, motherfucker\n[01:33.19] In the place, motherfucker, stay awake, motherfucker\n[01:36.23] 'Cause I'm headed straight to the top, motherfucker\n[01:39.52] Diplomat Taliban slash ROC, motherfucker\n[01:43.37] And yeah, I do this for my block motherfuckers\n[01:46.32] D-Train, Al Gator, 'Pac, motherfucker\n[01:49.93] Young Drugz, Young Twin, Shiest Bub\n[01:52.94] The niggas I love, my niggas, my thugs, whoa!\n[01:56.93] Now come fuck with your boy Jones\n[01:59.29] Killa, Freekey, come fuck with your boy, whoa!\n[02:02.59] It's Santana again, no bandana, just him\n[02:06.79] In the flesh, motherfucker like, yeah!\n[02:11.27] Gotta get past this, you know what I mean?\n[02:14.16] I gotta get this out, (Fuck with your boy)\n[02:16.44] Let's do it my nigga, this touching my heart right here\n[02:19.04] Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa\n[02:20.25] The young prince of the city, Juelz Santana!\n[02:23.92] Put your money up, bet your label, your whips or whatever!\n[02:26.48] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Love You\n  artist: The Diplomats\n  album: I Love You\n  duration_ms: 146000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 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motherfucker\n[01:33.19]In the place, motherfucker, stay awake, motherfucker\n[01:36.23]'Cause I'm headed straight to the top, motherfucker\n[01:39.52]Diplomat Taliban slash ROC, motherfucker\n[01:43.37]And yeah, I do this for my block motherfuckers\n[01:46.32]D-Train, Al Gator, 'Pac, motherfucker\n[01:49.93]Young Drugz, Young Twin, Shiest Bub\n[01:52.94]The niggas I love, my niggas, my thugs, whoa!\n[01:56.93]Now come fuck with your boy Jones\n[01:59.29]Killa, Freekey, come fuck with your boy, whoa!\n[02:02.59]It's Santana again, no bandana, just him\n[02:06.79]In the flesh, motherfucker like, yeah!\n[02:11.27]Gotta get past this, you know what I mean?\n[02:14.16]I gotta get this out, (Fuck with your boy)\n[02:16.44]Let's do it my nigga, this touching my heart right here\n[02:19.04]Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa\n[02:20.25]The young prince of the city, Juelz Santana!\n[02:23.92]Put your money up, bet your label, your whips or 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