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.
This Is Me
Juelz Santana Lyrics
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Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers
Knahmean? We just trying to stay above water
Feel me? I mean I speak for the Gs, the hustlers
They understand me, knahmsayin?
Shit
Lock into this time and lock out (always)
I mean ain't nothing promised to niggaz like us
[Juelz Santana]
Just a, another day another dollar
Now look what you got
Another hater, another plotter
Shit, you know the drill
A brother pay, a brother holla
Watch 'em, they creeping
Another raid, another copper
Aw man
Another case, another lock-up
What
Another bail, know that cake better pop up
Yup
That's just day to day shit we go through
And results of the day to day shits we go through
Some niggaz day to day pitch, they local, and
Some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal, and
Some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal
I don't honor them fools
Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed
I speak from the heart of the hood
From the boarded up apartments with wood
From the cracked down crack houses (yeah)
To the burnt up black houses
To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out
And puffing weed makes my actions switch
I'm at the window, with the pistol, like Malcolm
Ain't that a bitch (man)
And I'm paranoid, paranoid
But still I got to get it, got to have it, make it happen boy
[Chorus]
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take
And may this song play all the way
And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me
And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me
[Juelz Santana]
Look now
Another dead, another born
Vice versa
Another here, another gone
Pay attention
Another smile, another mourn
Another funeral, another baby shower going on
Get it, huh
That's just life in the hood
You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood
Huh, get it
I live the life of a hustler
No sleep all night for a hustler, buster
And if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep sheep
I swear fiends will chase that high for four weeks
I'm still dealing with the day to day beef and
Stress, hunger, patience
The day to day basics
Yep, shit that we go through, you know
Shit
Look at the shit that we go through, you know
Niggaz come home, can't get jobs
Niggaz getting money, acting like they can't get robbed
And that don't mix
[Chorus]
The song "This Is Me" by Juelz Santana is a real and raw narration of the daily struggles and hardships faced by people who come from the hood. The intro sets the tone by saluting the soldiers who are fighting a tough battle to make ends meet. Juelz Santana's verses talk about the reality of life - from making another dollar to dealing with haters and plotters, from dodging the police to trying to keep up with the bills. The song paints a vivid picture of the hood with its boarded-up apartments, burnt-up houses, and crack houses. Juelz Santana talks about the people and their lives in the hood, from those who sell drugs to those who smoke them, and how these day-to-day activities define their existence. The chorus of the song speaks about the life-and-death situation that people from the hood usually face and how they try to stay afloat despite the challenges.
The lyrics of "This Is Me" carry an important social message about the struggles faced by people who live in poverty-stricken neighborhoods. The song tells the story of people who have been pushed to the fringes of society and yet continue to fight for survival. The song highlights the harsh reality of the hood and the resilience of its people, making it both insightful and thought-provoking.
Line by Line Meaning
Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers
I want to show my respect to the people in the streets who struggle to survive
Knahmean? We just trying to stay above water
You know what I mean? We are just trying to make it through life
Feel me? I mean I speak for the Gs, the hustlers
Do you understand me? I am representing the gangsters and the people who hustle to make a living
They understand me, knahmsayin?
Those people relate to me, do you understand?
Shit
An expression of frustration or annoyance
Lock into this time and lock out (always)
Stay focused on the present moment and block out negativity
I mean ain't nothing promised to niggaz like us
There are no guarantees for people like us
Just a, another day another dollar
Every day is a new opportunity to make money
Now look what you got
Look at what you have achieved
Another hater, another plotter
More people who dislike or scheme against you
Shit, you know the drill
You are familiar with this situation
A brother pay, a brother holla
When you pay someone, they will show appreciation
Watch 'em, they creeping
Be careful, they might be sneaking around
Another raid, another copper
The police are conducting another raid
Aw man
An expression of disappointment or sadness
Another case, another lock-up
Another criminal case and imprisonment
Another bail, know that cake better pop up
You need to come up with the money for bail, or else you will stay in jail
Yup
Yes or affirmative
That's just day to day shit we go through
These are the challenges we face on a daily basis
And results of the day to day shits we go through
These challenges lead to the outcomes we experience
Some niggaz day to day pitch, they local, and
Some people make money locally through selling drugs
Some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal, and
Some people make money by selling drugs across different states
Some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal
Some people cooperate with law enforcement and provide information
I don't honor them fools
I do not respect those people
Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed
Those people will face retribution or violence
I speak from the heart of the hood
I am speaking from my experience living in the inner city
From the boarded up apartments with wood
From the run-down apartments with boarded up windows
From the cracked down crack houses (yeah)
From the drug houses that were raided and shut down
To the burnt up black houses
To the houses that were burned down, causing damage to the neighborhood
To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out
To the drug addicts inside those houses, with broken glass scattered around
And puffing weed makes my actions switch
Smoking weed changes my behavior
I'm at the window, with the pistol, like Malcolm
I am watching out the window with a gun, like Malcolm X did
Ain't that a bitch (man)
Isn't it ironic or frustrating?
And I'm paranoid, paranoid
I am excessively worried and anxious
But still I got to get it, got to have it, make it happen boy
Despite my worries, I have to keep going and make things happen
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep
A prayer before going to bed, asking God to protect me
If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take
Asking God to take my soul if I die in my sleep
And may this song play all the way
Hoping this song will reach many listeners
And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
If the song skips a beat, play it again to make sure you hear it correctly
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me
This song represents my true experiences and feelings
Look now
Pay attention
Another dead, another born
People die and babies are born every day
Vice versa
The opposite can also happen
Another here, another gone
People come and go in our lives
Another smile, another mourn
People experience both happy moments and sad moments in life
Another funeral, another baby shower going on
People are celebrating new life while others are mourning death
Get it, huh
Do you understand what I am saying?
That's just life in the hood
These are the realities of living in an impoverished area
You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood
The difficulties you face in the hood shape who you are
I live the life of a hustler
I make my living through illegal means
No sleep all night for a hustler, buster
Hustlers have to work hard and stay awake all night
And if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep sheep
If your drugs are not strong enough, mix them with a filler like Bo Peep sheep
I swear fiends will chase that high for four weeks
Addicts will continue to use drugs to achieve the euphoria they crave
I'm still dealing with the day to day beef and
I am still dealing with the daily problems and conflicts
Stress, hunger, patience
These are the emotions and experiences I face every day
The day to day basics
These are the fundamental aspects of everyday life
Shit that we go through, you know
These are the struggles we face, and you can relate to them
Niggaz come home, can't get jobs
People who have been imprisoned have trouble finding employment
Niggaz getting money, acting like they can't get robbed
People who make money through illegal means are arrogant and think they are invincible
And that don't mix
That attitude will eventually lead to trouble
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: LARON L. JAMES, SCOTT A. GADDY
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