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, i make music i consider a challenge, like this here, reminds me of gilligan's island, and that reminds of harlem, where my niggaz is whylin, the only borough that was built on an island, woah, you fucks probably ain't know, if they cut off the bridges, we'd be stuck, forced to live on the island, but we gangstas, riders, 9/11 survivors, niggaz still want beef than holla, you think you bout it, get your piece and holla, squeze the piece when i think it's problems, do you follow?, a young muhammad atta, no plane lessons, cocaine lessons, just a plot of towers, before they crashed and divided the towers, i'm hurtin' working hard to reprovide the towers, like, bring 'em back up, lift 'em back up, niggaz back up, or lift us back up, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, okay, now let me hear you say, okay, it's santana the great again, tie him up, bandana his face again, i tried to tell 'em it's no escaping the basics, and no escaping the hatred and no escaping the matrix man, only neo is me, no cleo can see my future, if she did i'd shoot her, they tried to say the mission was impossible, i came through, crew did it, got it poppin' too, two bitches on my side both prostitutes, gray smoke, mobster's suit, yeah they get it poppin' too, i get my ace holes chopped in two, dimes, quarters, rocks in two, the fiends cop it too, yeah, look at 'em rockin' two, rockin' boat, rock n' jock, stop and plot, hot a bldat, fucka, this nigga gotta stop, out of sight, out of mind, he gotta go, he out of line, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, okay
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Artist: juelz santana