Man, all I hear is Santana this, Santana that   Santana, you can't do this, Santana, you can't do that   Man why I can't I just smoke a blunt and be me   That's how I feel      Okay, it's Santana, I'm back again   You know what, man? This is, yeah      You fuckas don't know a damn thing about me   A piece, a part, a hamstring about me   The street's my heart you can't get it out me, it's   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      So I left them there, got up out the atmosphere   Misery loves company, I don't respect that there   Dip Set on the posta, boys for coming so close to   Being the black Lagrosta Nostra      Jim is my big buzzin', Zeek's my big cousin   Killa's 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   With pain is felt, niggaz know that you stressed, oh   The game itself don't notice your stress   You been left smokin', zoning on steps, no      That's not the way to go but that's the way you'll go   If you don't get up off you ass and find a way to go   Streets to rap, yeah that's the way I went   Now it's beats and rhymes that's the way I pay the rent   Fuck what ya think nigga 'cause this is, niggaz know me