(feat. J.R. Writer)

Yea uh-ooo!! (Come on, come on)

Roll wit me, its santana
I'd like to welcome y'all (yea) to the great
$#&@ wit ya boy!(Once again) Zeke!


[Juelz Santana]
now I got more than my swagger back

listen here homie
Mr. Mick Jaggers back (uh-oo)
young Zab of rap

only difference is this Judah
will shoot ya, then get back to rappin'
traffin' crack threw half and Hampton

make stacks and stacks and thats a fact man
y'all cant $#&@ wit me
baby girl I drag my nuts for free

comfortably
and ya know I got my pimpin together
got my game, got my cain, got my limpin'

together, %#@! (*##$ you better get your
switchin' together cuz this back-hand
will get you together, hope you know that

and sometime I cant belive my ^!$$%z
still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my
^!$$%z, eat, dont stop homie breathe my ^!$$%z

I need y'all more than y'all ever need me my ^!$$%z

[Hook]

this is for all my ^!$$%z on the block thats pumpin'
I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
all my homies on the block with somethin'

hold it down I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!
for all my chicks on the strip that switch
be easy, I think the cops is comin' - Squalie!

all my ladies who boost for higher
Prada, Gucci attire watch whos behind ya! Squalie


[Juelz]
Yo we livin' the life of
loca-vida, !@%!e and cheever

drive-by blow smoke on the policia
like $#&@ em! I got no love for em
Squalie! but I'm tired of runnin' from

Squalie! duckin' from Squalie!
%#@! and we ain't do nothin to Squalie!
its pay-back we buckin at Squalie!

no more gettin searched, frisked for
nothin by Squalie! Hey so sell ya pack
sell ya crack like when dickens was near

Juelz Santana Dickens is here yea
Yea so Zeke is ya rollin' with me
this the theme song homie $#&@ the police!

we back at it, our crack habit is that drastic
measures we taken em', maken we'll clap at ya
peel off on dirt bikes and raptors

squirt pipes at !@$(s y'all cant $#&@ wit me!

[Hook]


[J.R. Writer]
Hey ma, its J.R. and L's

it ain't hard to tell
we da ^!$$%z in we da ^!$$%z in Maury and car alarm da fell wit that hard to sell
that ain't hard to sell

and a gun that'll hit you from far as hell
u quick to flash , we'll whip yo' $$#
couple shots hit your glass

Dip-%#@! ya whip will crash
I got the sickest past
stay skippin' class, pitchin' Hash

all day, stood there
flippin' halves
when I heard ,Squalie!

I dished and dashed
ditched the hash
park, neutral, first gear
hit the gas, now we rich with cash
and when I hear Squalie!

I sit and laugh, dawg you kiss his $$#
cooked more caine, push off dames
while you dumb ^!$$%z stand there
and look all lame
I done popped and took off chains

now Ivory dump ice on me like my team
won a football game!