I'm With Whateva - Notorious B.I.G. (Jim Jones) Cause real G's know da feelin(its murda) Its hard buddy, no remorse for the killings Cause real G's know da feelin(its murda) Its hard buddy, no remorse for the killings (Lil Wayne) Madd trees and bitches in dungarees The City under seas Kitchens will hit degrees I love that summer breeze I'll stand in it til it freeze I'm from another breed ta other s-s-sothern G's I sip Promethazine I lean, but stand tall I mean I'm madd raw I'm callen like Feds call St-eeee-rike Yup, so get it right Nigga, one of my snippets will end your whole life You aint nothin wit a riddle to a nigga wit a knife In the fork, I'm a pig myself, I eat shark So be smart, and be your own part If you dont love yourself, I'll make you see your own heart And we dont like the Narcs Stay away from the cell Hey, Ima shoot it out if Im facin jail So tell ya girl to come and make me rich Weezy baby, Nigga 9-5, 10-6 [chorus: juelz santana] at night i can't sleep i toss and turn got mah hand on mah pistol When Will these motherfuckers learn? watch it i ain't goin out without a fight im wit whateva i ain't goin out without a fight im wit whateva i ain't goin out without a fight im wit whateva it would be a light before mah life at night i can't sleep i toss and turn got mah hand on mah pistol When will these motherfuckers learn? [juelz santana] its showdown time throw down time say D off four pound time aye, aye go get yours i go get mine check it man, im with whateva goodness gracious the paper where the cash at? where the stash at? i blow that ass back for frontin' on a nigga like me you got nothin' on a nigga like me youuuuu'll seeeee im on the grind from sun up to sun down if im lyin then lightning come down and strike me right now i turn a dollar, to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred keep em' comin' til im full on mah stomach im stuck in mah ways im stuck puffin' mah haze hand on mah pistol frontin' to spray(aye!) im stuck livin the life of a ghetto nigga tryin to get rid of the life of fright stuck to it [chorus] [notorious big:] as i grab the glock put it to your head piece one in the chamber the safety is off release straight at ya dome holmes i wanna see cabbage biggie smalls' a savage doin' ya brain cells much damage teflon is the material for the imperial mic grippa, girl strippa, the henny sippa i drop lyrics off and on like a light switch quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive the Q .45, glocks and techs are expected when i wreck shit respect is collected, so check it i got techniques drippin out mah butt cheeks sleep on mah stomach so i don't fuck up mah sheets (huh!) mah shit is deep deeper than mah grave, G im ready to die and nobody can save me fuck the world, fuck mah moms, and mah girl mah life is played out like a jehri curl im ready to die [chorus]
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