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[Juelz Santana] Yo I try to be easy I try to be calm breathe easy, it don't seem easy I'm on my Ps and Qs, Ys and Zs, .45 on the side of me Plus, four guys on the side of me, with .45 on the side of them We can play now, this is a war not a playground We came here to lay or get laid down, spray or get sprayed down Wills for us anyday now, cops with their wall to wall raids down I'm ducking and weaving, running and leaving Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing Or the plugger they stuck to Lumina So I'm stuck with this nina, I'm stuck with this finger Itchy as fuck, you're fucked if I leave ya chump Went to school, but ain't stay in class, hated class Only for period, yep, I could relate to math Played games, but the games was bad You know, cops and robbers, laser tag, see what I was aiming at Hop scotching on niggaz faces kept my ankles bad That ain't stop me from working I got me a worker Gotta him to work, and yeah, chopping the work up Keep him on my clock, clocking my work up, niggaz know me Taught him how to cook, livin his work up Told him it's not the pot, it's the worker, gotta mix shorty Gotta do it like this shorty Clockwise, counter-clockwise, it's all in the wrist shorty Fuck with me