I`m with Whateva |
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I`m with Whateva Lyrics |
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 R.I.P BigJones, Capo, Santana Lil Weezy, let`s Ride `Cause real g`s know the feeling (It`s murda) It`s hard body, no remorse for the killing (Watch it) `Cause real g`s know the feeling (It`s murda) It`s hard body, no remorse for the killing (Weezy) Mad trees and bitches in dungarees The city under seas, kitchen 100 degrees I love that summer breeze, I`ll stand in it until it freeze I`m from another breed, them s-s-southern G`s I sip phemetrazine, 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 In a fork, I`m a pig myself, I eat schwork 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`ma shoot it out if I`m facing the ail Yeah, so tell your, girl, to come and make me rich Weezy baby nigga, 9 to 5, 10 to 6 At 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 and 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? 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 wit 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 till I`m full on my stomach I`m stuck in my ways, I`m stuck puffing my hase 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? At 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 and 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? © SALLY RUTH ESTHER PUBLISHING; BIG POPPA MUSIC; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC; |
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