Lyric Something Got 2 Shake
[Juvenile:]
I put my trust in myself and my 9 first
Y all niggaz second, third, and fourth because I m first
Can t you tell I never had nothin
Down to my last 5 dollars, ready to snatch somethin
If them people catch me I m goin to jail fo sho
My old lady ain t 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, it s 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
Popeye s for the ballers, the ghetto eatin Church s
Shop always open cause nobody never closes
Some of em like that needle, some play with they noses
I ain t 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
I ma 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
That s 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, I m the last in the click
I gotta get my hands on some cash and a whip
I gotta do somethin , look
Cause this ain t gonna last long, gotta get my cash on
Come upon a superfire lick and get my ass home
Ain t thinkin about jumpin out Lex s and Benzes
With the TV s, and the CD s, and 20 inch renzes
Look here, my situation ain t the best in the world
I m a snake like the rest of you niggaz, full of that Guerl
Wodie, c mon and get your skull cracked, tryin to erase me
I got iron ready to warbat, and it s all for safety
Muthafucka might come, but he better come correct
Cause I ain t aimin at nothin else but you head and yo chest
[Chorus: (4x)]
[Baby:]
Put a hit on a bitch, ain t got no time for no bullshit
Nigga outta line, we kill d the bitch
Now, in my city, they burn, baby burn
4 found dead, and they burn, baby burn
I don t have no question, we all must learn
To tote a .45, keep your eyes on the churn
I got that work nigga, all y all know the rules
I don t play, I m a mastermind, it s a Big Tymer, fool
Pay up when you been fronted work, that s the rule
Rolls parked, I play this game with no law
Red Beam, hot ones pointed straight to your jaw
A nigga must pay, I m tryin to see a better day
Went to Miami bought that Azora anyway
Three time loser totin tools, nigga that s 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
I ma bake a cake nigga
Run with all the real niggaz
Click-Clack all of the fake niggaz
Lay it down
2G
You know me
I put my trust in myself and my 9 first
Y all niggaz second, third, and fourth because I m first
Can t you tell I never had nothin
Down to my last 5 dollars, ready to snatch somethin
If them people catch me I m goin to jail fo sho
My old lady ain t 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, it s 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
Popeye s for the ballers, the ghetto eatin Church s
Shop always open cause nobody never closes
Some of em like that needle, some play with they noses
I ain t 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
I ma 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
That s 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, I m the last in the click
I gotta get my hands on some cash and a whip
I gotta do somethin , look
Cause this ain t gonna last long, gotta get my cash on
Come upon a superfire lick and get my ass home
Ain t thinkin about jumpin out Lex s and Benzes
With the TV s, and the CD s, and 20 inch renzes
Look here, my situation ain t the best in the world
I m a snake like the rest of you niggaz, full of that Guerl
Wodie, c mon and get your skull cracked, tryin to erase me
I got iron ready to warbat, and it s all for safety
Muthafucka might come, but he better come correct
Cause I ain t aimin at nothin else but you head and yo chest
[Chorus: (4x)]
[Baby:]
Put a hit on a bitch, ain t got no time for no bullshit
Nigga outta line, we kill d the bitch
Now, in my city, they burn, baby burn
4 found dead, and they burn, baby burn
I don t have no question, we all must learn
To tote a .45, keep your eyes on the churn
I got that work nigga, all y all know the rules
I don t play, I m a mastermind, it s a Big Tymer, fool
Pay up when you been fronted work, that s the rule
Rolls parked, I play this game with no law
Red Beam, hot ones pointed straight to your jaw
A nigga must pay, I m tryin to see a better day
Went to Miami bought that Azora anyway
Three time loser totin tools, nigga that s 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
I ma bake a cake nigga
Run with all the real niggaz
Click-Clack all of the fake niggaz
Lay it down
2G
You know me
