Yeah, y'all know what this is, we back at it. Come on, yeah. It's that 9-11 music right here, man. We in the building, man. Welcome to Ground Zero, everybody. Joel Santana, Dipset. Yo, yo, I speak pain, I spit power. Talk courage, breathe flowers. Follow me through the debris of these towers. The rain, the sleep, the street showers. Don't get caught up in the street showers. When the guns rain, the clips pour. The soldiers grip oars, then begin war. Come on, it's Santana the Great. Tie him up, bandanna his face, hammer his face. *** up, I'm trying to get my act together. In the booth now, trying to get my rap together. You know, I got the fire to heat the street up. Abuse the track and beat the beat up, you know. You already know what I'm about, homie. I'm young, I'm focused, I'm just coming out, homie. You can go by what you hear through word of mouth, homie. Or step out of line, can't threaten the house, homie. No, I ain't stopping yet. No, my album ain't done, it ain't dropping yet. I'm in the midst of a bidding war. And we need two mil or more just to move in the door, ***. Yes, the boys are back at it. Come holler at us, the boys are back at it. So line them up, shoot them down. Do it now, welcome to ground zero. Tell them it's ground zero. Line them up, shoot them down. Do it now, welcome to ground zero. Tell them it's ground zero. Yes, the boys are back at it. Come holler at us, the boys are back at it. Yo, your girl told you I'm them here, right? Well, listen to lover, when I beat, visions are gutter. Kids clapping, kidnapping. Heard I'm missing a brother, I'm hitting your sister. You kissing your mother? ***, a disgust ya. Underground with people, lethal. Trapped in the desert, surrounded by eagles. Yeah, I see your bitches impressed. My kicks is on fresh. This *** on my chest by Mitchell and Ness. Got her open, hoping she's not. I have her cracking her tits, coking her ***. Have her crack up the strip, coke up the block. She get cracked up and hit, keep soap in your sock, mommy. My girls lay up in suites. A half a cake a week and masturbate like Tweet. Killer, I be popping them Uzi's, copping them coochies. Eyes on the drop, real droopy. Mirror Snoopy, look at your hoopie. Rocking the rubies, hopping a hoochie, popping a coochie. Chill while I'm chasing millions. I'm a baller that'll murk you like Jason Williams. Don't play with villains, vacate the building. All the AIDS are coming, rape your children. Yeah, it's a kilo to a milligram. I'm still the man, words a killer can. Yes, the boys are back at it. Come holler at us, the boys are back at it. So line them up, shoot them down, do it now. Welcome to ground zero, tell them it's ground zero. Line them up, shoot them down, do it now. Welcome to ground zero, tell them it's ground zero. Yes, the boys are back at it. Come holler at us, the boys are back at it. Two of my cons and crooks, slash that. Two of my pawns and rooks for all the charms they took. To my head of security, British the titan. Clicking the fifth and gripping it tight, god damn it. Not to mention my bishop and knights are listening. Rich and the white making crucial trips through the night. And Prince Juelz, I told you ever since Juelz. If them faggots even flinch, Juelz. My dogs gonna eat them alive. 44's depleting, deleting they lives, come on. And killer while he's leading the movement. For real though, we wouldn't be in this movement. Over him, I might kill ya. Being in tune, bitch, facing my time, lawyer on side. Outside, spoiler on ride. System bumping, bumping, no boy in the ride. Oh boy, I done slide, ***. He done came, got his boy, it's a shame that his boy Had a flame, had a boy over the name we employ. Which is none other than Dipset for y'all dumb motherfuckers. Yes, the boys are back at it. Come holler at us, the boys are back at it. So line em up, shoot em down, do it now. Welcome to ground zero, tell em it's ground zero. Line em up, shoot em down, do it now. Welcome to ground zero, tell em it's ground zero. Yes, the boys are back at it. Come holler at us, the boys are back at it. B.K. Harlem, how well the whole Taliban Dipset. T-Money, Luka, Rafi, Double Nicko, Blacko. Shame, cut it short on these niggas. B.K. Harlem, how well the whole Taliban Dipset.