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Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Out in the street
They call it murderUp
(In the street)
Gun tucked
(In the street)
Niggaz front
(In the street)
Get bucked and
(They call it murder)Up
(In the street)

Gun tucked
(In the street)
Buck buck and
(They call it murder)Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streetsI stay up my gun tucked, I gives a fuck so, welcome to Jamrock
No, welcome to my damn block
Where the slugs and cans pop
For the ones and tan rocks, kids play in the sandboxOther kids lay in boxes with sand tops, you can't stop this
Murder, murder, murder, murder, mu-murder shit, this
Servin', servin', se-servin', servin', se-servin' bricks, we
Purchase, purchase, pu-purchase and purchase, purchase whips, weSwervin', swervin', sw-swervin', swervin', on purpose, bitch
Try to stop me, you ain't, kid
Try to pop me, you can't live
If so, you'll need an oxygen tank, shitAnd for those bucks I'm no punk
I'm Scarface, coked up, you know what
I think I need another hit
You know who you fuckin' with?Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streetsMurder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streetsI bang, I slang, my nuts hang, yup
So don't get it confused or fucked up
My dudes will jump up
The ruger, dump dump, bup bupAnd
(They call it murder)
Act stupid, the gat's shootin'
We'll leave you there, leave you square
Box style, box style, he who dares
(Dares)Don't play, be calm now, calm down 'cuz
We all know you're not a killa, killa gorilla, man
Y'all know I get that scrilla, scrilla f'reala, fam
Catch me in the chinchilla all through the winter, man
Never catch me trippin', slippin' and kill me, damnI show the hood love, they show me love back
And the hood is where my heart is, so I love that
Nah, you can't keep a black man down
I'm worldwide, Harlem's own, Manhattan bound, ayMurder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streetsMurder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streets
(I'm 'bout to)
Murder, murder, mu-murder
Murder, mu-murder these streetsKilla, killa, more killin', killin' for killa, killa
Feel the deal, the chinchillas, they can fit on gorillas
Santana, bananas, clip bananas, wrapped in bandannas
Hammers, hammers, no cameras, you'll be runnin' to nana
(Nana, nana)Nana, nana Santana, he be holding berettas
Killa, killa, kills civilians, you know I'm no better
Mo' betta' betta', cheddar cheddar, you'll be dead on your lever
For cheddar cheddar, heads we sever, go get it togetherGet it together, now, now get my Pape's right
Come through late night, I know what it tastes like
(What's that?)
Some good coke, dawg, go get your face pipe
Put on my Laker jersey, then I go rape white
(Number 8)You got G ma, I got G too, shit
She wanna fly G-4, won't fly G-2
(Nope)
Need ten thousand, you won't get a G, boo
Only G you gettin' is me, O.G., trueness(Murder, murder)
Haha, haha
I told you, I told you, you niggaz was in trouble man
Dipset
(Murda)
The new season has officially begun
(Murda)
Ay, ay, ay, ay

Enjoy the lyrics !!!
Juelz Santana (born LaRon Louis James on February 18, 1982) is a half African American and half Dominican rapper from Harlem, New York, who first became known for his "featured" status on Cam'Ron's 2002 hits, "Oh Boy" and "Hey Ma".

Santana began writing rhymes at the age of 12. He was originally signed to Priority Records as one half a duo called Draft Pick. The group had several shows around New York City while together, including Amateur Night at the Apollo Theatre, where they won two weeks in a row. Some time after this, he was introduced to Cam'Ron through a cousin; in 1998, he became a member of the group, The Diplomats, whose members include Cam'Ron, Jim Jones, 40 Cal, J.R Writer, Hell Rell, Jha Jha, S.A.S, and Freekey Zeekey. He is now signed as a solo artist to Dipset but unlike the rest of The Diplomats, who are signed to Koch Records, Santana is currently signed to Def Jam.

He was voted #2 in the VIBE Vixen top 50 sexiest rappers behind T.I. at #1.

His first album, From Me To You was released by Roc-a-Fella Records in 2003 featuring the singles "Dipset (Santana's Town)" and "Down". It was considered a commerical failure when compared to the sucess of Cam'ron's Come Home With Me and The Diplomats' Diplomatic Immunity.

In his latest work, his second album, What The Game's Been Missing!, features the singles "There It Go! (The Whistle Song)", and "Oh Yes" as he continues his unique flow. He was featured in Chris Brown's #1 hit "Run It!" and in the remix of Mariah Carey's # 1 single "Don't Forget About Us". Santana also had the summer hit "Mic Check" which also is on "What The Game's Been Missing!"

Juelz is best known for his ability to flow without any specific rhyme scheme.



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