Juelz Santana - I'm With Whateva lyrics

[Intro: Jim Jones] R.I.P. Big We some n***as that's gonna make you proud of this game Smell me? Jones, Capo Cash Money, Santana Dipset, Lil Weezy Let's ride, Let's ride Cause real Gs know the feeling It's hard body, no remorse for the k**ing Cause real Gs know the feeling It's hard body, no remorse for the k**ing [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Mad trees and b**hes in dungarees The city under seas, kitchen hundred degrees I love that summer breeze, I'll stand in it 'til it freeze I'm from another breed, them s-s-southern Gs I sip promethazine, I lean, I stand tall I'm mean, I'm mad raw, I'm coming like fastball Steee-rike, yup, so get it right n***a, one of my sniplets'll end your whole life You ain't nothing but a riblet to a n***a with a knife And a fork, I'm a pig myself, I eat pork 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 cell Hey, I'mma shoot it out if I'm facing the L Yeah, so tell your girl to come and make me rich Weezy Baby, n***a, nine to five, ten to six [Hook: Juelz Santana] All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherf**ers learn? I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherf**ers learn? [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] It's showdown time, throwdown time Safety off, four pound time Clack clack, go get yours, I'll go get mine Check it man, I'm with whatever Goodness gracious, the paper Where the cash at? Where the stash at? I'll blow that a** back for fronting on a n***a like me You got nothing on a n***a like me, you'll see I'm on the grind from sun up to sun down If I'm lying, may lightning come down and strike me right now I'll turn a dollar to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred Keep it coming 'til I'm full on my stomach I'm stuck in my ways, I'm stuck puffing my haze Hand on my pistol, front of it sprays I'm stuck living the life of a ghetto n***a Trying to get rid of the life, alright? [Hook: Juelz Santana] [All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherf**ers learn? I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherf**ers learn?] [Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G] As I grab the Glock, put it to your head piece One in the chamber, the safety is off, released Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage Biggie Smalls the savage Doing your brain cells much damage Teflon is the material, for the imperial Mic gripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch Quick to grab the right b**h and make her drop with you .45 Glocks and Tecs are expected when I wreck sh** Respect is collected, so check it I got techniques dripping out my bu*t cheeks Sleep on my stomach so I don't f** up my sheets My sh** is deep, deeper than my grave, G I'm ready to die, and nobody can save me f** the world, f** my moms and my girl My life is played out like a Jheri curl I'm ready to die [Hook: Juelz Santana] [All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherf**ers learn? I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherf**ers learn?]