How I Feel

Man all I hear is Santana this, Santana that

Santana you can't do this, Santana you can't do that

Man why I can't I just smoke a blunt and be me

That's how I feel..

Okay it's Santana, I'm back again

You know what man? What? What?

This is... Yea

You fuckas don't know a damn thing about me (Nope)

A piece, a part, a hamstring about me

The streets my heart you can't get it out me, it's

You fuckas know me, it was a sharp throb in my bones

I looked it was my own flesh, heart, and my bones, problems at home (Home)

So I left them there, got up out the atmosphere

Misery, loves company, I don't respect that there

Dip Set on the posta, boy for coming so close to

Being the black Lagrosta Nostra

Jim is my big buzzin, Zeek's my big cousin

Killa's my big nigga, also my big brother

We are the Dip family, get a grip family

Nothin alive can divide this family

So come on roll with the Set, come on roll with the best

The pain is felt niggaz know that you stressed (Oh)

The game itself don't notice your stress

You been left smokin, zoning on steps (No)

That's not the way to go, but that's the way you'll go

If you don't get up off you ass and find a way to go

Streets to rap, yea that's the way I went

Now its beats and rhymes, that's the way I pay the rent

Fuck what ya think nigga

Cause this is..

Niggaz know me