Juvenile - Something Got 2 Shake текст песни

Juvenile:

I put my trust in myself and my 9 first

Yall niggaz second, third, and fourth because Im first

Cant you tell I never had nothin

Down to my last 5 dollars, ready to snatch somethin

If them people catch me Im goin to jail fo sho

My old lady aint 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, its 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

Popeyes for the ballers, the ghetto eatin churchs

Shop always open cause nobody never closes

Some of em like that needle, some play with they noses

I aint 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

Ima 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

Thats 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, Im the last in the click

I gotta get my hands on some cash and a whip

I gotta do somethin, look

Cause this aint gonna last long, gotta get my cash on

Come upon a superfire lick and get my ass home

Aint thinkin about jumpin out lexs and benzes

With the tvs, and the cds, and 20 inch renzes

Look here, my situation aint the best in the world

Im a snake like the rest of you niggaz, full of that guerl

Wodie, cmon and get your skull cracked, tryin to erase me

I got iron ready to warbat, and its all for safety

Muthafucka might come, but he better come correct

Cause I aint aimin at nothin else but you head and yo chest

Chorus: (4x)

Baby:

Put a hit on a bitch, aint got no time for no bullshit

Nigga outta line, we killd the bitch

Now, in my city, they burn, baby burn

4 found dead, and they burn, baby burn

I dont have no question, we all must learn

To tote a .45, keep your eyes on the churn

I got that work nigga, all yall know the rules

I dont play, Im a mastermind, its a big tymer, fool

Pay up when you been fronted work, thats the rule

Rolls parked, I play this game with no law

Red beam, hot ones pointed straight to your jaw

A nigga must pay, Im tryin to see a better day

Went to miami bought that azora anyway

Three time loser totin tools, nigga thats 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

Ima bake a cake nigga

Run with all the real niggaz

Click-clack all of the fake niggaz

Lay it down

2g

You know me