Diplomats - I Love You Lyrics
[juelz santana]People say my theories is backwardsI tell them, sincerly, its clearly, you hearing me backwrdsI tell em Im great, but still I need practiceI tell them to wait, go and comeback quick, they dont understand meIts not logic, Im not logic, I got problemsI worship the late prophet, the great muhammad aliFor the words that he spoke, that stung like a beeSoaked into me, you niggaz will see butIm still insane, Im rodman, dealing my brainIm grinding sharing my pain, *****, where is the fameNiggaz, they still rhyming, still in the gameThey still dealing the cane, still ***** shit in your brain, homieI still smell the rotten people that layThere in ground zero, forgotten, left in for daysProbably left there to stay, left in decayBroken pieces of towers, left in their gravesI pray they be saved, until then, thats just a suggestion I madeFollow me homie, listen, I subjected my ways niggaWeapons that spray, at your *****ing face niggaIts santana the great, in the place niggaz, stay away niggaCause Im headed straight to the top, niggazDiplomat taliban slash roc niggaOh yeah, I do this for my block niggazD train, al gator, pop niggazYoung drugs, young twins, shiest bugNiggaz I love, my thugsNow, come ***** with your boyJones, killa, freakay, come ***** with your boy, whoaIts santana again nigga, no bandanas just him niggaIn the flesh, like[camron]I seen it time, business and friendshipFriendships ended, business attended, clips get extendedLawyers get called, accountants get faxedThat was my man, well I wish that he meant itIts been a long time, hereing the mobstersThis aint overnight, its years in the processShed a tear in the process, now process is overAll my niggaz get prepared for the oscarsBack to the block, sharing a lobsterMorris malone, sam malone, preparing the vodka, hollaHallejulah, no hum-du-allah, but respecting my akiHe held me down, when it was getting real rockyHustling, isnt a hobbyI sit in the lobby, look at my ovie, have visions of gottiVisions of lotties, pictures of blood, scenes of lI wanna see my son, piss in that pottyJimmy, Im going to make sure your wrist is real rockySee my plans are for long term like mr. miyagiWax on, wax off, put our wax on, take that wack offOver some nights, I had fights over the whiteThe roads to the lows, I knows what its likeNow, career over like mike: anyoneTyson, jordan, jackson, its overThis shit right here touched my soul, manMy grandmother or something, 56 bless her soulApartment 56 that is, 101, west 140thRest in peace liddiah giles, blood shed..
