Juvenile:
I put my trust in myself and my 9 first
Y`all niggaz second, third, and fourth because I`m first
Can`t you tell I never had nothin`
Down to my last 5 dollars, ready to snatch somethin`
If them people catch me I`m goin` to jail fo` sho`
My old lady ain`t gon` be sendin` me no mail no mo`
While I be askin` my lawyers, When they gon` let me go?
He be tellin` me, Just be cool until you go to court
Get out, back to the bricks, it`s the same old shit
Niggaz got 2.50 a piece goin` half on a nick
Back and forth to keys, but the Lil Weezy handle purchase
Popeye`s for the ballers, the ghetto eatin` Church`s
Shop always open `cause nobody never closes
Some of `em like that needle, some play with they noses
I ain`t nothin` like a candle light dinner, wine and roses
Niggaz tryin` to run throught they packets to get some mo` shit
Chorus: Manny Fresh (4x)
Somethin` gotta shke nigga
I`ma bake a cake nigga
Run with all the reall niggaz
Jack all of the fake niggaz
Juvenile:
My hallways full of piss
Nigga say he gon` break me off, he full of shit
That`s why I got that chopper in the back full of clips
About to go and hit a whole stash full of bricks
All my niggaz gone, I`m the last in the click
I gotta get my hands on some cash and a whip
I gotta do somethin`, look
Cause this ain`t gonna last long, gotta get my cash on
Come upon a superfire lick and get my ass home
Ain`t thinkin` about jumpin` out Lex`s and Benzes
With the TV`s, and the CD`s, and 20 inch `renzes
Look here, my situation ain`t the best in the world
I`m a snake like the rest of you niggaz, full of that Guerl
Wodie, c`mon and get your skull cracked, tryin` to erase me
I got iron ready to warbat, and it`s all for safety
Muthafucka might come, but he better come correct
Cause I ain`t aimin` at nothin` else but you` head and yo` chest
Chorus: (4x)
Baby:
Put a hit on a bitch, ain`t got no time for no bullshit
Nigga outta line, we kill`d the bitch
Now, in my city, they burn, baby burn
4 found dead, and they burn, baby burn
I don`t have no question, we all must learn
To tote a .45, keep your eyes on the churn
I got that work nigga, all y`all know the rules
I don`t play, I`m a mastermind, it`s a Big Tymer, fool
Pay up when you been fronted work, that`s the rule
Rolls parked, I play this game with no law
Red Beam, hot ones pointed straight to your jaw
A nigga must pay, I`m tryin` to see a better day
Went to Miami bought that Azora anyway
Three time loser totin` tools, nigga that`s the rules
Just the chance I gotta take on these streets fool
Flippin` chickens, corner spitin`, hardtimes a fool
Chorus: (6x)
Manny Fresh:
Somethin` gotta shake nigga
I`ma bake a cake nigga
Run with all the real niggaz
Click-Clack all of the fake niggaz
Lay it down
2G
You know me
