Diplomats - Who I Am Lyrics
Uh-huh, SantanaI like that man, that bad-da-ba-ba, that's hotI like that, yeah who are you? SantanaShit is crazy manY'all think niggaz don't cry? We doYeah, man I gotta get my thoughts together, I be thinking a lotLight up a blunt, think of a rhyme sometimes tooBut it's like yo... zone out[Juelz Santana]The time is now, my grind is here shitMy body is focused, my mind's in gear, let's start itI'm moving at an unstoppable pace, I managed to reach the top of the raceBefore it started damn, cold-hearted manRip apart your man, for that green dollarPlain reppin' my target, stay and hollaShoot and move from where ever my targets landDamn, shit, I see ghosts when I sleepIt's really, I got to wake up, just to know I was sleepHolding the heat, cold sweat all over my sheetThat's why I paint the most vividest picturesMy niggaz my *****es in the same position I live inNo oil and hot water, just boiling hot waterCooking coke, to the oil and hot water, shitBut Who Am I[ad libs][Juelz Santana]I lived the life of a loner, with a righteous personaBut still sold crack right on the cornerMy life consist of, a big puzzle that's mixed upBig bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, then it's big cuffsBig bailor gets up, I get out, shit what, this shit sucksI need to find another road to followOne that's new and strong, not old and hollowAs I hold this bottle and smoke this reefeerListening to some old Aaliyah, I say, damn...And a tear comes trimbling downNever seen a man cry, well you witness it nowShit, this isn't game from the heart, this pain from the heartThis is for you Dame, it came from the heart, so[ad libs][Juelz Santana]Momma, I just want you to knowI'm in love with you so, if you wasn't here I'd be in love with you soulMy angel, mommy I'd die faithfulJust knowing somone tried to violate youI'll slide 8ths through the side of their facialSqueeze and rip apart a side of their facialI'd take a slug, eat a bullet, swallow a gunShit, you gotta know I'm your sonDamn, this type of love, could only come from a sonHold up mommy, I'm twisted I'm drunk...listen[ad libs][Juelz Santana]Yeah, but it's more then the liquor and weedYeah it's more then the liquor in meShit, I gotta get it togetherI was falling off, with drunk words and sober thoughtsSo, I'm still speaking the truthAnd what I'm still speaking is truth, this is your younger sons speaking to you[ad libs to fade]
