How I Feel

Man all I hear is Santana this, Santana that
Santana you cant do this, Santana you cant do that
Man why I cant I just smoke a blunt and be me
Thats how I feel..
Okay its Santana, Im back again
You know what man? What? What?
This is... Yea
You fuckas dont know a damn thing about me （Nope）
A piece, a part, a hamstring about me
The streets my heart you cant get it out me, its
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 dont respect that there
Dip Set on the posta, boy for coming so close to
Being the black Lagrosta Nostra
Jim is my big buzzin, Zeeks my big cousin
Killas 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 dont notice your stress
You been left smokin, zoning on steps （No）
Thats not the way to go, but thats the way youll go
If you dont get up off you ass and find a way to go
Streets to rap, yea thats the way I went
Now its beats and rhymes, thats the way I pay the rent
Fuck what ya think nigga
Cause this is..
Niggaz know me