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