I'm With Whateva

Текст песни NOTORIOUS B.I.G - I&#039;m With Whateva <br/> (feat. Jim Jones, Juelz Santana, Lil Wayne)<br /><br />[Intro: Jim Jones]<br />R.I.P Big<br />We some niggaz that&#039;s gonna make you proud of this game<br />Smell me? (Jones, Capo)<br />Cash Money (Santana)<br />( )<br />Dipset (Lil Weezy)<br />Let&#039;s Ride<br /><br />Cause real g&#039;s know the feeling (It&#039;s Murda)<br />It&#039;s hard body, no remorse for the killing (Watch It)<br />Cause real g&#039;s know the feeling (It&#039;s Murda)<br />It&#039;s hard body, no remorse for the killing (Weezy)<br /><br />[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]<br />Mad trees and bitches in dungarees<br />The city under seas, kitchen 100 degrees<br />I love that summer breeze, I&#039;ll stand in it until it freeze<br />I&#039;m from another breed, them sss, southern g&#039;s<br />I sip phemetrazine, I lean, I stand tall<br />I&#039;m mean, I&#039;m mad raw, I&#039;m coming like fastball<br />Steee-rike, Yup, so get it right<br />Nigga, one of my sniplets&#039;ll end your whole life<br />You ain&#039;t nothing but a riblet to a nigga with a knife<br />In a fork, I&#039;m a pig myself, I eat schwork<br />So be smart and play your own part<br />If you don&#039;t love yourself, I&#039;ll make you see your own heart<br />And we don&#039;t like the narcs, stay away from the cell<br />Hey, I&#039;ma shoot it out if I&#039;m facing the ail<br />Yea, so tell your girl to come and make me rich<br />Weezy Baby nigga, 9 to 5, 10 to 6<br /><br />[Chorus: Juelz Santana]<br />All night, I can&#039;t sleep, I toss and turn<br />Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?<br />(Watch it) I ain&#039;t going out without a fight<br />I&#039;m with whatever and I ain&#039;t going out without a fight<br />I&#039;m with whatever and I ain&#039;t going out without a fight<br />I&#039;m with whatever, It&#039;d be your life before my life<br />At night, I can&#039;t sleep, I toss and turn<br />Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?<br /><br />[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]<br />It&#039;s showdown time, throwdown time<br />Same d-off, four pound time<br />Clack Clack, go get yours, I&#039;ll go get mine<br />Check it man, I&#039;m wit whatever<br />Goodness gracious the paper<br />Where the cash at? Where the stash at?<br />I&#039;ll blow that ass back for fronting on a nigga like me<br />You got nothing on a nigga like me, you&#039;ll see<br />I&#039;m on the grind from sun up to sun down<br />If I&#039;m lying, may lightning come down and strike me right now<br />I&#039;ll turn a dollar to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred<br />Keep it coming til I&#039;m full on my stomach<br />I&#039;m stuck in my ways, I&#039;m stuck puffing my hase<br />Hand on my pistol, front of it sprays<br />I&#039;m stuck living the life of a ghetto nigga<br />Trying to get rid of the life, alright?<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />