The Heatmakerz - I Love You lyrics

[Juelz Santana] Yeah, Dipset n***a! Luca! f** wit' your boy, one more time (YEAH!) Uh huh, Santana f** wit' your boy, you know Yeah, I'm feeling like ROcky in here It's a new fight People say my theories is backwards I tell them, sincerly, it's clearly, you hearing me backwrds 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 [Omar Atta, for his courage behind the wheel of a plane Reminds me when I was dealin' the 'caine] Still I'm insane, I'm Rodman, dealing my brain I'm grinding sharing my pain, sh**, where is the fame My n***as, they still rhyming, still in the game Still grinding, dealing the caine, still poppin' sh** 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 in decay Broken pieces of towers, left as their graves I pray, let them be saved, until then, that's just a suggestion I made You follow me homie? Listen, I subjected my ways The c**aine, Weapons that spray, at your face, motherf**er It's Santana The Great, motherf**er In the place motherf**er, stay away motherf**er Cause I'm headed straight to the top, motherf**er Diplomat Taliban slash ROC, motherf**er! And yeah, I do this for my block motherf**ers D train, Al Gator, pop motherf**er Young d**, young twins, Shiest bug The n***as I love, my n***as, my thugs, WHOA Now, come f** with your boy Jones, k**a, Freekey, come f** with your boy, WHOA It's Santana again, no bandana just him In the flesh motherf**er like Yeah C'mon f** wit' your boy Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh [Cam'Ron] I seen it time, business and friendship Well f** 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** 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 n***as get prepared for the Oscars Back to the block, sharing a lobster Morris Malone, Sam Malone, preparing the vodka, holla Hallejulah, Alhamdulillah, but respecting my Aki Held me down, when sh** got 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 were longterm 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, n***as' career over like Mike: anyone Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, it's over This sh** right here touched my soul, man My grandmother or something, 56 bless her soul Apartment 56 that is, 101, West 140th Rest In Peace Liddiah Giles, Blood Shed..