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.
Dipset Feat. Freekey Zeekey & Monique Garnett
Juelz Santana Lyrics
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Juelz, you on ya own, man
Let's go
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Juelz (Dipset)
Juelz, Dip, Dip (yeah, yeah)
Santana, Set, Set
What he grip, grip? (Yeah)
Nigga, TEC, TECs (let's go)
Who you wit', wit'? (It's Santana, Killa)
Throw up yo' set
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, what? (Oww) (Dipset in this motherfucker)
Juelz, Dip, Dip
Santana, Set, Set
Where we grip, grip
Nigga, TEC, TECs
Who you wit', wit'?
Throw up yo' set
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, what? (Oww)
Yeah (yeah)
Yo, I be with a gang of gangs who hang and bang
Animals, orangutans, hammers move, bangers bang
Damnit, dude, the game has changed
I got a whole selection (yeah), a whole collection (yeah)
A ho selection (yeah), of my ho collection (yeah)
And I'm big pimpin', stick givin', quick shiftin'
Listen, this isn't, no damn game in here (oww)
Yeah, the whole Byrd Gang's in here
Like Kurt Cobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (oww)
And I'm dangerous, yeah, brainless, yeah, stainless, yeah
Aim and kill, yeah, bang it, yeah (y'all some dead motherfuckers) (oww)
And my Diddy Bop, barge through the city blocks
Hard with the pretty Glock, dodge and you gettin' shot
Then it's to the bar, hard liquor, get a shot
Get a broad, get her hot, get her home, give her cock (oww)
Go, it's your birthday, go, go
Drink it, girl, it's cummin', I know you're thirsty (oww)
Harlem's my birthplace (oww), tombstone dirt place (oww)
Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday (oww) (ayy)
Juelz, Dip, Dip
Santana, Set, Set
What he grip, grip?
Nigga, TEC, TECs
Who you wit', wit'?
Throw up yo' set
Dipset (yeah), Dipset, Dipset, what? (Oww) (yeah)
Juelz, Dip, Dip
Santana, Set, Set
What he grip, grip?
Nigga, TEC, TECs
Who you wit', wit'?
Throw up yo' set
Dipset (c'mon), Dipset (c'mon), Dipset (c'mon), what? (Oww)
Uh, jump, stomp, move, breathe
We, in, too, deep, okay (oww)
I'm lo' lo' from the block again
Po' po' and the cops again
No homo, but they cocking them
.44s and Glocks and them
They the paparazzi ('razzi), they the livest posses (posses)
Kamikaze, Nazi, Nazi, copy papi
I'm a baller-baller, you're not at all a baller
That's why I scored your daughter
Left her home, call her, call her (oww)
I'm in the low BM (BM), yeah, with your old BM
Weed smoke and Ozium, Trojans and petroleum
Yeah, and that's just in case the whole is thin
Take it off, bend it over, throw it in
Work it, work it, oops, squirt it, squirt
Oops, oopsy dais', boo, I'm crazed
Choo-choo train, co-ca mane, Zulu Gang
I'm old school like Bambatta, no man's hotter
The damn dadda, I jam proper, your man's nada (oww)
Juelz, Dip, Dip
Santana, Set, Set
What he grip, grip?
Nigga, TEC, TECs
Who you wit', wit'?
Throw up yo' set
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, what? (Oww)
Juelz, Dip, Dip
Santana, Set, Set
What he grip, grip
Nigga, TEC, TECs
Who you wit', wit'?
Throw up yo' set
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, what? (Oww)
Santana, Killa, Jim Jones, Freekey
Killa, you already know what it is
My man Juelz Santana
That boy got that crack, man
Diplomat Records, man
The lyrics in this song by Juelz Santana delve into the world of gang violence and street justice. The hook sets the tone of the song with aggressive language and violent imagery. The verse begins with Santana introducing himself to the audience and warning about the consequences of crossing him or his crew, Dipset. He claims they’re not “here to hurt nobody,” but will inflict harm on those who pose a threat to their safety. Santana also goes on to express his passion for the streets and the music industry. He boasts about his ability to handle a firearm and the importance of always being prepared for any unforeseen circumstances.
The theme of the song revolves around the culture of violence that plagues urban communities but, in this case, the lyrics are almost celebratory of it, exalting the use of guns as a way of asserting dominance and power. It highlights the reality that many young people in poverty-stricken areas have no choice but to resort to violent means to protect themselves and their families. The lyrics also make clear that in this environment, experiencing or witnessing acts of violence is not only expected, but necessary for survival.
Line by Line Meaning
Lil busta, front and I'll shoot ya
If you act tough, I will not hesitate to shoot you.
Run up, put the gun up to ya
If you approach me aggressively, I will pull out my gun and threaten you with it.
Act like you don't know that I shoot ya
Don't pretend like you don't know that I am capable of shooting you.
I bang - bang, bang that ass (nigga)
I will use my gun to shoot you if you provoke me.
Go, go, 'tana in da house
I, Juelz Santana, am present in the building.
Front yo, uh-oh, them hammers coming out
If you approach me with hostility, I will retrieve my gun.
Yo we ain't come here to hurt nobody
We did not come here with the intention of causing harm.
But act up we'll hurt somebody, squirt somebody (oh!)
However, if anyone acts aggressively towards us, we will retaliate and harm them.
Dipset inferno - clips go, bang! get wet and burn slow
We are part of the Dipset gang and our guns will fire repeatedly, causing damage.
I love the street so much, I love this beat so much
I have a deep appreciation and fondness for the streets and the music that reflects its culture.
I had to get on it and heat shit up (dre)
I had to feature on this song and elevate the intensity and energy of the track.
What would it take for on of these
What would it require to obtain one of these instrumental beats.
Beats to get made and placed up under me?
To have the opportunity to utilize and incorporate such beats into my music.
So real, so true, so live
The beats I desire must convey authenticity and reflect my experiences.
Cold steal, don't move, fo' five
My gun will remain aimed and unwavering, loaded with a .45 caliber bullet.
You gotta keep one up on ya
You must always be prepared and have a weapon with you at all times.
You never know when a nigga try run up on ya (ah ah)
You never know when someone may attack you and seek to do you harm.
Try and dump up on ya, get one up on ya
Someone may attempt to use their firearm against you, so you must always be one step ahead.
And you ain't got yo gun up on ya
If you are not carrying a gun, you are vulnerable and at risk.
Who's slipping? not me, no way
I am not letting my guard down or being careless.
You tripping, I squeeze, you lay
If you try to attack me, I will respond with force and you will be the one to fall.
By the side of the curb with a shot in your nerve
I may shoot you in a way that injures your spinal cord, leaving you incapacitated.
You bitchin', you screamin': no way (ay!)
If you are injured by my gunfire, you may groan and cry out in pain, but it is too late to take back your actions.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Cameron Giles, Edward Jr. Hinson, Laron L. James
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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