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    Now this is what they've been waiting for
    Ya dig, Santana
    Weezy F.
    Ay Wayne
    What up man
    What you been workin' on nigga?
    Oh you know, I got Currency's new album
    And prolly workin' on my album, ya dig
    Oh I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next album too nigga
    That's what it is
    But dig this, they wanna know what we been workin' on together
    That's that "I Can't Feel My Face Shit" they know that
    So if they ever thought the South and the North was gonna collide
    Guess what, we already did

    [Juelz Santana]
    I'm feelin' like a black Republican
    Naw, I can't call it
    More like a black Democrat runnin' 'em out of office
    Young Barack Obama, I'm all for it
    The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen, on ya
    I protect my land like a farmer
    Pockets stay chubby like Tikara
    Or should I say fat like the Parkers
    Tote big guns like I'm still playin' Contra
    Y'all washed up like money that's laundered
    Y'all funny, I'm bonkers
    Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a harness
    Rock star, flier than an ostrich
    And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass
    I shall shine forever, never tarnish
    Money buried behind my house like a garden
    All green, my bank account's like a forest
    I Can't Feel My Face is gettin' started
    And Weezy is my accomplice, ya dig
    A black activist like Sonny Carson
    Stripes of a sergeant, salute me
    And chicks, I get 'em high
    Higher than turbulence is
    White Phantom, lookin' so Fergielicious
    I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims
    Its get rich, go to jail and be a murder victim
    Now all y'all listen
    If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen

    [Lil Wayne]
    I feel like a black Republican
    Tote a MAC'n Republican
    Act so southern n' die for my brethren
    Money, money, money
    Like money Mac and publishing
    One life to live, never ask for a mulligan
    Streets call but the heat make me feel covenant
    Been done had cake day late like Anne Sullivan
    Fly like an eagle but no I'm no Donovan
    Boy you better go eat some soup with your mom n' them
    And my mind is on another continent
    I am real Cash Money, no counterfeit
    I don't parkin' lot pimp I just politick
    But I get all in her mouth like parlithins
    New always represent it to the inner
    Come from the city where the glitter don't glimmer
    The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep
    Pick a nigga's ass up like he got somewhere to be

    And we wanna let the world know
    This is not a diss song either people
    We don't diss them we dismiss 'em, ya dig
    Recognize or step aside, ya dig
    We let the music talk, Draught 3
    And by the way, it's Santana, I'm back
    It's Weezy!
    You dudes gotta stand in the mirror backwards 'cause you can't face yourself
    DipSet for life
    Cash Money, whaddup
    Young Money

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