Something Got 2 Shake

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
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
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
You know me