Songtext I'm wit whateva von Notorious B.I.G.

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I'm wit whateva

I'm With Whateva - Notorious B.I.G.
(Jim Jones)
Cause real G's know da feelin(its murda)
Its hard buddy, no remorse for the killings
Cause real G's know da feelin(its murda)
Its hard buddy, no remorse for the killings

(Lil Wayne)
Madd trees and bitches in dungarees
The City under seas
Catch 100 degrees
I love that summer breeze
I'll stand in it til it freeze
I'm from another creed of s-s-sothern G's
I sip Promethazine
I lean, but stand tall
I mean I'm madd raw
I'm coming like fastball
St-eeee-rike
Yup, so get it right
Nigga, one of my snipplets will end your whole life
You aint nothin but a ribblet to a nigga wit a knife
In the fork, I'm a pig myself, I eat shh-work
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 sale
Hey, Ima shoot it out if Im facin jail
So tell ya girl to come and make me rich
Weezy baby, Nigga 9-5, 10-6

[chorus: juelz santana]
At night i can't sleep
I toss and turn
Got mah hand on mah pistol
When Will these motherfuckers learn?
Watch it
I ain't goin out without a fight
Im wit whateva
I ain't goin out without a fight
Im wit whateva
I ain't goin out without a fight
Im wit whateva
It would be a light before mah life
At night i can't sleep
I toss and turn
Got mah hand on mah pistol
When will these motherfuckers learn?

[juelz santana]
Its showdown time
Throw down time
Say D off
Four pound time
Clack, clack
Go get yours
I go get mine
Check it
Man, im with whateva
Goodness gracious the paper
Where the cash at?
Where the stash at?
I blow that ass back
For frontin' on a nigga like me
You got nothin' on a nigga like me
Youuuuu'll seeeee
Im on the grind
From sun up to sun down
If im lyin
Then lightning come down
And strike me right now
I turn a dollar, to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred
Keep em' comin' til im full on mah stomach
Im stuck in mah ways
Im stuck puffin' mah haze
Hand on mah pistol
Frontin' to spray(clack!)
Im stuck livin the life
Of a ghetto nigga
Tryin to get rid of the life of fright
Stuck to it

[chorus]

[notorious big:]
As i grab the glock
Put it to your head piece
One in the chamber
The safety is off
Release straight at ya dome holmes
I wanna see cabbage
Biggie smalls' a savage
Doin' ya brain cells much damage
Teflon is the material for the imperial
Mic grippa, girl strippa, the henny sippa
I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch
Quick to grab the white bitch and make her drive the Q
.45, glocks and techs are expected when i
Wreck shit
Respect is collected, so check it
I got techniques drippin out mah butt cheeks
Sleep on mah stomach so i don't fuck up mah sheets
(huh!)
Mah shit is deep
Deeper than mah grave, G
Im ready to die and nobody can save me
Fuck the world, fuck mah moms, and mah girl
Mah life is played out like a jehri curl
Im ready to die

[chorus]

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(Lil Wayne) 
Madd trees and bitches in dungarees 
The City under seas 
Catch 100 degrees 
I love that summer breeze 
I'll stand in it til it freeze 
I'm from another creed of s-s-sothern G's 
I sip Promethazine
I lean, but stand tall 
I mean I'm madd raw 
I'm coming like fastball 
St-eeee-rike 
Yup, so get it right 
Nigga, one of my snipplets will end your whole life 
You aint nothin but a ribblet to a nigga wit a knife 
In the fork, I'm a pig myself, I eat shh-work
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 sale 
Hey, Ima shoot it out if Im facin jail 
So tell ya girl to come and make me rich 
Weezy baby, Nigga 9-5, 10-6

[chorus: juelz santana] 
At night i can't sleep 
I toss and turn 
Got mah hand on mah pistol 
When Will these motherfuckers learn? 
Watch it 
I ain't goin out without a fight 
Im wit whateva 
I ain't goin out without a fight 
Im wit whateva 
I ain't goin out without a fight 
Im wit whateva 
It would be a light before mah life 
At night i can't sleep 
I toss and turn 
Got mah hand on mah pistol 
When will these motherfuckers learn?

[juelz santana] 
Its showdown time 
Throw down time 
Say D off 
Four pound time 
Clack, clack
Go get yours 
I go get mine 
Check it 
Man, im with whateva 
Goodness gracious the paper 
Where the cash at? 
Where the stash at? 
I blow that ass back 
For frontin' on a nigga like me 
You got nothin' on a nigga like me 
Youuuuu'll seeeee 
Im on the grind 
From sun up to sun down 
If im lyin 
Then lightning come down 
And strike me right now 
I turn a dollar, to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred 
Keep em' comin' til im full on mah stomach 
Im stuck in mah ways 
Im stuck puffin' mah haze 
Hand on mah pistol 
Frontin' to spray(clack!) 
Im stuck livin the life 
Of a ghetto nigga 
Tryin to get rid of the life of fright 
Stuck to it

[chorus]

[notorious big:] 
As i grab the glock 
Put it to your head piece 
One in the chamber 
The safety is off 
Release straight at ya dome holmes 
I wanna see cabbage 
Biggie smalls' a savage 
Doin' ya brain cells much damage 
Teflon is the material for the imperial 
Mic grippa, girl strippa, the henny sippa 
I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch 
Quick to grab the white bitch and make her drive the Q 
.45, glocks and techs are expected when i 
Wreck shit 
Respect is collected, so check it 
I got techniques drippin out mah butt cheeks 
Sleep on mah stomach so i don't fuck up mah sheets 
(huh!) 
Mah shit is deep 
Deeper than mah grave, G 
Im ready to die and nobody can save me 
Fuck the world, fuck mah moms, and mah girl 
Mah life is played out like a jehri curl 
Im ready to die

[chorus]