I'm With Whateva

[Intro: Jim Jones] R.I.P. Big We some niggas that's gonna make you proud of this game Smell me? We straight sucka free Jones, Capo Cash Money, Santana Dipset, Lil Weezy Let's ride, Let's ride Cause real Gs know the feeling (it's murda) It's hard body, no remorse for the killing (watch it) Cause real Gs know the feeling (it's murda) It's hard body, no remorse for the killing (watch it) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Mad trees and bitches in dungarees The city under seas, kitchen hundred degrees I love that summer breeze, I'll stand in it 'til it freeze I'm from another breed, them s-s-southern Gs I sip promethazine, I lean, I stand tall I'm mean, I'm mad raw, I'm coming like fastball Steee-rike, yup, so get it right Nigga, one of my sniplets'll end your whole life You ain't nothing but a riblet to a nigga with a knife And a fork, I'm a pig myself, I eat pork So be smart and play your own part If you don't love yourself, I'll make you see your own heart And we don't like the narcs, stay away from the cell Hey, I'mma shoot it out if I'm facing the L Yeah, so tell your girl to come and make me rich Weezy Baby, nigga, nine to five, ten to six [Hook: Juelz Santana] All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] It's showdown time, throwdown time Safety off, four pound time Clack clack, go get yours, I'll go get mine Check it man, I'm with whatever 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 nothing on a nigga like me You'll see I'm on the grind from sun up to sun down If I'm lying, may lightning come down and strike me right now I'll turn a dollar to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred Keep it coming 'til I'm full on my stomach I'm stuck in my ways, I'm stuck puffing my haze Hand on my pistol, front of it sprays I'm stuck living the life of a ghetto nigga Trying to get rid of the life, alright? [Hook: Juelz Santana] All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? [Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G (not in album version)] As I grab the Glock, put it to your head piece One in the chamber, the safety is off, released Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage Biggie Smalls the savage Doing your brain cells much damage Teflon is the material, for the imperial Mic gripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drop with you .45 Glocks and Tecs are expected when I wreck shit Respect is collected, so check it I got techniques dripping out my butt cheeks Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G I'm ready to die, and nobody can save me Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl My life is played out like a Jheri curl I'm ready to die [Hook: Juelz Santana] [All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?]