Notorious B.I.G.

Notorious B.I.G. - I'M Wit Whateva

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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

Kitchens will hit degrees

I love that summer breeze

I'll stand in it til it freeze

I'm from another breed ta other s-s-sothern G's

I sip Promethazine

I lean, but stand tall

I mean I'm madd raw

I'm callen like Feds call

St-eeee-rike

Yup, so get it right

Nigga, one of my snippets will end your whole life

You aint nothin wit a riddle to a nigga wit a knife

In the fork, I'm a pig myself, I eat shark

So be smart, and be your own part

If you dont love yourself, I'll make you see your own heart

And we dont like the Narcs

Stay away from the cell

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

aye, aye

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(aye!)

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 right 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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