[Juelz Santana]
  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, 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 niggaz will see but
  I'm still insane, I'm Rodman, dealing my brain
  I'm grinding sharing my pain, fuck, where is the fame
  Niggaz, they still rhyming, still in the game
  They still dealing the cane, still cock shit in your brain, homie
  I still smell the rotten people that lay
  There in ground zero, forgotten, left in for days
  Probably left there to stay, left in decay
  Broken pieces of towers, left in their graves
  I pray they be saved, until then, that's just a suggestion I made
  Follow me homie, listen, I subjected my ways nigga
  Weapons that spray, at your fucking face nigga
  It's Santana the great, in the place niggaz, stay away nigga
  Cause I'm headed straight to the top, niggaz
  Diplomat Taliban slash ROC nigga
  Oh yeah, I do this for my block niggaz
  D train, Al Gator, pop niggaz
  Young drugs, young twins, Shiest bug
  Niggaz I love, my thugs
  Now, come fuck with your boy
  Jones, Killa, Freakay, come fuck with your boy, WHOA
  It's Santana again nigga, no bandanas just him nigga
  In the flesh, like
    [Cam'Ron]
  I seen it time, business and friendship
  Friendships ended, business attended, clips get extended
  Lawyers get called, accountants get faxed
  That was my man, well I wish that he meant it
  It's been a long time, hereing 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
  Hallejulah, 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, 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
  Rest In Peace Liddiah Giles, Blood Shed..