Juvenile - Something Got 2 Shake lyrics

Juvenile: I put my trust in myself and my 9 first Y'all n***az 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 sh** n***az 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 n***az tryin' to run throught they packets to get some mo' sh** Chorus: manny fresh (4x) Somethin' gotta shke n***a I'ma bake a cake n***a Run with all the reall n***az Jack all of the fake n***az Juvenile: My hallways full of piss n***a say he gon' break me off, he full of sh** 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 n***az 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 a** 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 n***az, 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 Muthaf**a 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 b**h, ain't got no time for no bullsh** n***a outta line, we k**'d the b**h 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 n***a, 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 n***a must pay, i'm tryin' to see a better day Went to miami bought that azora anyway Three time loser totin' tools, n***a 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 n***a I'ma bake a cake n***a Run with all the real n***az Click-clack all of the fake n***az Lay it down 2g You know me