I'm With Whateva (Original)

[Intro: Jim Jones]

R.I.P. Big

We some niggas that's gonna make you proud of this game

Smell me? Jones, Capo

Cash Money, Santana

Dipset, Lil Weezy

Let's ride, Let's ride

Cause real Gs know the feeling

It's hard body, no remorse for the killing

Cause real Gs know the feeling

It's hard body, no remorse for the killing

[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'll blow that ass back for fronting 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]

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?