G-code

Lil wayne:
I ain't terrified from nuthin'
I'm young wild crazy and disgustin'
Better watch me cuz i'm coming
With a oven by my stomach
I'm scramblin' for the money
Tape ya up like a mummy
Call ya people and tell 'em
I need 50 for this dummy
I'm runnin' hidin' and duckin'
Stuntin' ridin' and thuggin
Dumpin' fire and bustin'
Lovin, lyin' and lustin'
Stealin' killin' and rapin
Runnin' climbin and chasin
Strugglin hustin' to make
Get it got it i take it
Watch ya chevy mister
Move ya purse miss
Cuz i tote heavy pistols
And man they burst quick
It's too late to hesitate
I was told there'd be better days
But shit that was yesterday
And still i haven't ate
But dog that's how ya labor when ya bein' a thug
These niggas don't seem to feel me till they seein' they blood
Can't hide it though
I represent the 17th carrollton hollygrove
That's my g-code

Chorus (lil wayne):
Now put ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit the block and open up
We gon' die by that
(repeat)

Juvenile:
We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls
Foreign properties and pack some menthals
Got us a fire connect and went off
Got jammed with this broad that rent cars
Wasn't tryin' to change the game, just be in it
Didn't give a fuck if we balled for 3 minutes
Snatch all the hoes and 'bauds and ree' tennis
Niggas can't survive the shit that we been in
Jack niggas to get some cheap linen
The ones that refuse we put 'em to sleep in it
Got up in the mornin' for class and play hookie
Some of us is veteran some of 'em stay rookie
Bitch couldn't talk to us if she wasn't fuckin'
Ya either be bout it or look and keep truckin
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

Chorus

Juvenile:
If war ever came we held the fort down
Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
Stayed on point to make some more green
Get our stash away from dope fiends
Nigga had a habit he supplied his own
Always stay hot cuz we ride with chrome
We kept a little work for the ki's and bones
Crowds draw heat so we be's alone
We learned how to keep our mouth closed and watch
Them other motherfuckers fall off the block
24/7 all around the clock
We hustlin of course in the gamblin spot
We had a chance to stop, we still wasn't ready
Shit kept comin' so we made more fetti
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it

Chorus x 2

[juvenile (verse 1)]
You live that life... slangin' that iron off tha porch
When a nigga blow... you hit him up with tha torch
You got confidence... you got your chest buffed out
If you buy a lex... you got your shit clutched out
Niggas know your name... 'cause they done heard it in tha pen
Niggas know your face... 'cause of tha places you done ben
Your family straight... is that goin' for somethin'
You got your lil' man with ya... he ain't askin' for nothin'
Get rid of these roaches... you got a cash money toaster
Ready for war... you got that iron in your holster
Full of that fire... black magic on your tires
You keep all of your hoes 'cause you a liar
You're swolled up... you just come home from doin' sticks
You done blowed up... and you already got them bricks
If they try ta jack... is you gon' put 'em in they place?
When you cock your shit... is you gon' hit 'em in they face?

(chorus)
Well grab your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march nigga step
Play if me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your 223's, and you march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

[verse 2]
You full of that liquor... you just met a little freak
And you're ready to hit her... up in the corner, and it's sweet
You're feelin' good... you're makin' money out the ass
Up in your neighborhood... you 'bout ta go buy you a jag
You're quittin' the game... everything is gravy
Cuz ya made a little change... from bustin' them niggas' brains
Ya like how ya live... you got everything ya need
Up inside of your crib... like hennesy and weed
You're runnin' with killers... you got that green shit with ya
You're slingin' them pillas... you don't know nothin' but guerrillas
You got television... up in your lexus and your benz
You can go and get 'em... showin' off in twenty-inch rims
'bout 187... you put a finish to your beef
With them mac-11's... while your suckin' your gold teeth
You accept your lick... look, you protect it like a man
When you got that iron... is you gon' slang what's in yo' hand?

(chorus)
Well grab your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, we gon' march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, we gon' march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your 223's, and you march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

[verse 3]
You full of some diamonds... you got your rolie iced out
You're steadily shinin'... you livin' in a nice house
You gon' put your girl... up on tha next thing smokin'
If she think you're jokin'... is she gon' get a quick chokin'?
You could take a trip... to tha bahamas if you want
You could turn a trick... with lil' momma if ya want
You ain't worried 'bout nothin'... tha game been good to you
So you done retired from hustlin'... or is ya still doin' somethin'?
You tired of them laws... tryin' ta take niggas ta jail
You tired of them boys... cuz you got money for your bail
You got a reputation... cuz you be bustin' them heads
Niggas be infiltratin'... tryin' ta give you up to tha feds
You eat tha best of shit... and be ballin' at breakfast-s
Tattoos all on your stomach and on your neck and shit
You 'bout ridin' up in tha best of shit, and them new lexus-s
You got nothin' but diamonds up in your necklaces

(chorus)
Well grab your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, and you march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Grab your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, and march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Bring your 223's, and march nigga step
Bring your 40's and 9's, and march nigga step
Play with me if you want, we gon' march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step

[juvenile]
Bring your mac-11, and march nigga step
Bring your ak, march nigga step
Bring your mac-90, march nigga step
Call my nigga, baby, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, weezy, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, turk, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, geezy, ta march nigga step
Call my nigga, mannie, ta march nigga step
March nigga step
March nigga step
Play with tha cmb, you gon' march nigga step
March nigga step

[mannie fresh talking]
In tha year 2000
March nigga step
Get tha fuck on

[juvenile]
I'ma stay thuggin, how i came is how i leave
When i say somethin, best believe that's how it be
Motherfuckers, too - yeah i said it, nigga, i mean it
Bitch was dressed in gangsta and switch, wodie, i seen it
One of these juvie-fuckin' hoes gon' get you caught up
Me, i wear reeboks and girbauds, and play it smarter
If them boys in tha ben, they go bluckahda on tha block
I'ma be gettin' somewhere, your ass gonna get shot
You paid 1500... i paid 5999
Got diamonds and rolexes that shine at tha same time
I ain't scared... but i ain't dumb, and i ain't stupid
I know how ta survive in tha project and how ta do shit
If i hit a hustle i ain't tellin' tha biz
'cause tha witness will tell them people who tha murderer is
Your main man'll put four or five to your wig
Take tha coke can and throw you off the side of the bridge
Gotta be able to think, gotta know when to move out
Gotta read through the lines, gotta know what these hoes 'bout
Gotta separate your business from your family and friends
Gotta bust a nigga head if he plottin to do you in
I done did dirt, so i know what's tha consequences
Let my shit burst, tryin' ta knock out a nigga denchures
Always keep cool to see through these fools
Cause we do the shit that people see on the news
So, follow me now into a world of stress
Where wodie tryin' ta get it all 'cause he don't settle for less
Ain't satisfied 'til all of his beef is put to rest
Slangin' that iron... with a soldier rag on his neck
And credit for they people in case they wanna connect
He ain't hidin'.. he still ridin'.. in the 'jects
He gotta be willin' to play tha game 'til his death
Nigga bangin'.. hit you in your brain, now who next
I be cool at all times and acknowledge.. when i'm wrong
Shit i went through when tha feds got my game real small
I'm not tha smartest motherfucker walkin
But i can tell a fake motherfucker when he talkin
My daddy always told me, "boy, don't be a follower
You got a lot of pride, but some you need to swallow up
You keep that attitude, you won't see tomorrow, bruh"
I soak it up, and got better as a hustler

[lil' turk]
I'm a head buster, a straight up nolia nigga
Young thugger
Fuck up, i show ya, nigga, that i don't play
Keep a k for protection
With fifty... never run without my weapon
I stand out here, tie ducked with bandanas
I show no fear, what'chu 'bout we can handle
I'm real as they came, a untamed guerrilla
'bout bustin' your brains, whoever be wit'cha
I have no pics, i split your shit
Whoever you with, i'ma split they shit
Ya steal or get stole, wet or get wet
Bust or get bust on, move a chest or lose a chest
Try not to miss when you cock back and shoot
You shoot and miss, then it's all on you
Ain't no game, it's real dog, live or ya die
Real in tha field, dog, ya live or ya die
Even though i'm a lil' bitty nigga
Look, i got big nuts and they hang low, nigga
I ain't scared ta bust
Want beef, let me know.. and look, we can tear this bitch up
You or me.. me or you.. gon' bite tha dust
Wuz up, nigga
Wuz up, nigga
You afraid, go ta church, i ain't scared at all
Lose your head, fuck with turk, 'cause i'm knockin' it off
I'ma keep my hands clean, ride for some change
Niggas gon' ride for me, niggas that's untamed
Niggas who bang that heroin, or snort that cocaine
Niggas out that project don't mind sprayin' thangs
Fools who that slang that iron for me (when tha beef start)
When tha beef start, ride for me
You ready to ride for me

(ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one)

[juvenile]
Welcome to tha section where it's hotter than a bitch
Niggas breakin' up bricks.. niggas tryin' ta be rich
Dope ounce, get hit.. armed 'rilla and six
Somebody wig get split for ten g's of chips
It's where the feds'll dip through
Enemies get you
Catch you at tha second line, niggas'll flip you
Kids get outta school, they swingin' they fists, too
Jump one of them children and they bringin' they clique, too
L.v. buckin' 'cause t.c. killin' ain't nothin'
Them blues try ta hit ya, and your head'll get druggin'
On new year's tha lights get shot out at six o'clock
Four or five o'clock in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin' shot
Niggas gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in tha cro'(tch), bruh
Drug deal gone bad, one of them cats is sour
Motherfuckers gettin' chopped up and they holla
(?) beam aimed at your dome... for some powder
I'ma do like your boy and hop in tha eddie bauer
Get all seventeen and, nigga, i'ma holla

(chorus [mannie fresh])
Da... magnolia
Home... of tha soldiers
Da... magnolia
Home... of tha soldiers
Now where you from, motherfucker, where you from
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from

[juvenile]
Is ya ready for it? better be over-prepared
When ya enter ya see a sign, say, "soldiers beware"
They be ragged up, twenty-five dollars bagged up
Old nickel tucked in tha back of his 'baud cuffs
Well aware on the route that he's gonna duck
If somebody thinkin' 'bout jammin' him up
If a bitch with him, she better be smart, or tough luck
'cause he gon' break and bust, she gon' be fucked up
Mind your business is a code, too, i never told
Ever since a nigga was a million years old
Bein' a baller.. shot caller.. is tha goal
I'll hospitalize anybody... in the ward
Ta make it there, you talk crazy, we take it there
You'll be like a steak, nigga, you medium-rare
All these niggas wanna be (?) or tha man in charge
With tha ak-47 it'll change you boys

(chorus)

[juvenile]
Click up.. load up.. pistols.. mask
Ride through.. slow down.. jump out.. blast
Put about.. fifty.. in your.. ass
Second.. linin'.. family.. scared
(?) scope.. lock it.. chop it.. serve it
Got a.. deal for.. fifty.. ta work it
Mission.. bitches.. hittin'.. switches
Twenty.. inches.. plenty.. bitches
All day.. hustle.. beaucoup.. scuffle
Niggas.. huddle.. ak.. muffled
Blood in.. puddles.. people.. scatter
Flying.. pieces.. of human.. matter
Police.. don't know.. probly.. won't know
Unless.. they stay.. shit they.. don't know
Keep it.. quiet.. tell no-.. -body
Start no.. shit and.. stay in.. silence
Maintain.. focus.. stay off.. porches
Watch for.. poachers.. carry.. toasters

(chorus [mannie fresh])
Da... magnolia
Home... of tha soldiers
Da... magnolia
Home... of tha soldiers
Da... magnolia
Home... of tha soldiers
Da... magnolia
Home... of tha soldiers
Now where you from, motherfucker, where you from
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
Where you goin', motherfucker, where you goin'
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from
I know where i'm goin'
To tha fuckin' magnolia
Believe that there
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Layin' it down
Layin' it down
To 3000

](ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two...)
(...one)

[talking]
[b.g.] what's up, juvie
[juvenile] what's happenin', b.geezy
[b.g.] i'm chillin'. me, i don't like them old bitch ass niggas
[juvenile] i don't like them bitch ass niggas either
[b.g.] they better get tha fuck from 'round here
[juvenile] rattin' motherfucker

[b.g.]
Nigga, come on my set, i'ma feel disrespect
Now they gon' get they issue, they done walked into that
No vest ain't gon' protect you
The shit that's in my clique gon' sail through your chest fool
I'm tellin' you
I'ma bring drama, chaos, nothin' less
When i'm ridin' 'round your set, it's a nigga best eject
Nigga, like a rain storm, your whole block get wet
All it take is one to tha head, bahdi-by-by, you rest
Solja-rees and 'bauds, that is how i'm dressed
I represent to tha fullest, nigga, in a rolex
Roamin' on tha streets, feds got a warrant for my arrest
Fuck that, i'm just a nigga they gon' have ta catch
I kick a nigga momma door in if he tryin' ta hide
And then i put one in his mom head if i don't get mine
You could call it what you wanna, but that's how i play it
Now play with me, i got a k, and watch how quick i spray it

(chorus)
[juvenile] i don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
[b.g.] i don't even want them niggas hangin' on our block
I don't even want them niggas scorin' out our shop
[juvenile] i don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
[b.g.] man, i don't even want them niggas ridin' down our block
I don't even want them niggas lookin' at our shop

[juvenile]
You don't know you're not suppose ta be around these parts
You don't know you goin' in and you might get caught
You be tryin' ta get some information out these broads
Tryin' ta find out where a nigga hide his stash and cars
It's niggas like you that be gettin' niggas like me stuck
It's niggas like you that be givin' niggas like me up
I'm tryin' ta figure if you work for tha police or what
You plobly hangin' 'round a nigga 'cause you need a buck
They got dope around tha projects, and it leads to us
Feds know we ain't be sellin' nothin' but ki's and up
Rattin', i gotcha
I'm lookin' for ya with mac-10's ta pop ya
You never thought that i would do that ta stop ya
That lil' man was surprised to have you like i gotcha
See me empty every clip out of my chopper
You gon' get caught up 'cause you keep fuckin' with poppa... poppa

(chorus)
[juvenile] i don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
[b.g.] man, i don't even want them niggas hangin' on our block
I don't even want them niggas scorin' out our shop
[juvenile] i don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want them niggas fuckin' with our hoes
[b.g.] man, i don't even want them niggas ridin' down our block
And i betta not catch them niggas hangin' 'round our shop

[b.g.]
Wodie, are you ready ta get this beef cookin'?
'cause once it's on tha stove, get on your shit because i'm lookin'
You betta know
I ain't gonna let a nigga disrespect my clique
And i ain't gon' let a nigga come and take my shit
That'll make me look like a stone cold bitch
So ain't no way i ain't gon' grab my k and let my shit spit
When i spin the ben i don't give a fuck who gets split
If you get hit... it's all on you if you innocent
It's game we play, and it's hectic
If you ain't got a vest, you ain't protected
With pussy-niggas... my block's infested
So one by one, they all gon' get rested
Me and my others' dog act a ass, ho
When i hit you all in your face, your casket is closed
You came 'round tha wrong hood and got that ass burnt
Nigga thought it was all good and got that ass burnt... that ass burnt

(chorus)
[juvenile] i don't even want them niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round my door
[b.g.] i don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round our block
I don't even want these niggas scorin' out our shop
[juvenile] i don't even want these niggas comin' 'round no more
I don't even want these niggas tryin' ta come ta score
[b.g.] i don't even want these niggas hangin' 'round our block
I don't even want these niggas scorin' out our shop
[juvenile] i don't even want these niggas comin' 'round no more
Look, i don't even want you niggas fuckin' with our hoes
[b.g.] i don't even want you niggas ridin' down my block
I don't even betta not catch you niggas lookin' at my shop,
Nigga

{b.g. + juvenile talking}
[b.g.] ha-ha
[juvenile] what up, what up
[b.g.] old bitch-ass, ruckus
Fuck, did y'all just jumped off tha porch
Ass-niggas betta stay... your mother fuckin' ass back
[juvenile] turnin' state
Motherfucker 'round here turnin' state, ha
You're rattin' on a nigga, ha
We gonna get your motherfuckin' ass
[b.g.] how ya luv that
[juvenile] askin' my old lady where tha dope at, ha
Follow her again, bitch, i'ma catch ya
[b.g.] uh-huh
Fuckin' with tha b.geezy
[juvenile] i got a cake baked for ya
[b.g.] nigga, juvie
[juvenile] we got a cake baked for ya

cmr bitch. g -code nigga, g-code nigga, g-code nigga

Juvenile:
I ain't no pussy ass nigga (ya understand)
I'm a rebel but i'm still a gorilla (ya understand)
I'll whip ya like the thrilla manilla (ya
Understand)
You gon' make me have to kill me a nigga (ya
Understand)
I'm a be here for a minute lil wodie (ya understand)
Ain't bout to let nobody fuck over me (ya
Understand)
I don't need ya playa hatin' on juvey (ya
Understand)
Don't be talkin' about what you gon' do with me (ya
Understand)
I'll ride everyday of the week (ya understand)
Ya get ya issue when ya playin' with me (ya
Understand)
I'll crawl at the spot that ya sleep (ya understand)
Get with my niggas from the block and we creep (ya
Understand)
Load it up cock it back and get ready (ya
Understand)
Make sure you be holdin' it steady (ya understand)
We gon' go in there and blow the bitch up (ya
Understand)
Soon as we get 'em we gon' all get the fuck (ya
Understand)

Chorus: juvenile (repeat 2x)

Shhhh, be quiet
Tonight is the night that we ride
30 camoflauge hummers with niggaz inside
With choppers, doin - surgery on bodies like they
Doctors

Juvenile:
I know when to get my ass outta dodge (ya
Understand)
Look them people ridin' i'm gonna hide (ya
Understand)
I'm a wait until them bitches slow down (ya
Understand)
Cuz i ain't tryin' to be jail bound (ya understand)
It ain't over till the fat man fall (ya understand)
I'm just waitin' on the right phone call (ya
Understand)
You know them hoes gon' let me know where they at
(ya understand)
Nigga got me i'ma go get em back (ya understand)
One by one they all gonna drop (ya understand)
Right here is where the foolishness stop (ya
Understand)
I'm tryin' to get the bullshit over (ya understand)
Cuz i wanna go and chill in the 'nolia (ya
Understand)
We need to get some more ammunition (ya understand)
Cuz somebody's bout to come up missin' (ya
Understand)
Now everybody hop in the truck (ya understand)
And when ya see one of them bitches ya bust (ya
Understand)

Chorus

Juvenile:
Fuck jumpin' out i'm a slang me some iron(ya
Understand)
When i catch them niggas all of 'em dyin' (ya
Understand)
Nigga listen up to what we gon' do (ya understand)
I'm about to give the game to you (ya understand)
That's the reason why i came to you (ya understand)
Cuz playin' ain't the thang to do (ya understand)
It ain't that hard i did it before (ya understand)
U just gon' make sure let nobody know (ya
Understand)
I'll bet ya them boys wanna rep (ya understand)
They tryin' to get the shit off they chest (ya
Understand)
It ain't over lil daddy be cool (ya understand)
Nigga tired of the nigga we through (ya understand)
You know you better stay pretty cool (ya understand)
We bout to go and punish this fool (ya understand)
Hop out the car and let that iron ring ya
Understand)
That's the end of this stupid ass thing (ya
Understand)

Chorus 2x

Shh be quiet
Shh be quiet

Juvenile:
I hate to be doin' 5 but 10 even worse
I'ma take it before the district attourney strike worse
Beside he know what i did and they got evidence
And i'm not about to play with them people inteligence
Muthafuckaz try to stay, peep me at my residence
Chargin' me for homicide, they say it was negligent
Fuck it, i'ma accept my lick when it come to me
Now let me see how many of these bitches gon' run for me
Shit, my breath funky with a migraine headache
Big pissed off cause i know i made a mistake
But that's what i get fuckin' with pussy ass niggaz
And 2 dollar hoes that'll trade you for cash figures
They did that. but i got a way to get 'em back
Not with the police though juve ain't no rat
Nigga tell me shit i done fallen for the end
And you woulda had that dick look when you'd caught that 10

Chorus: juvenile (2x)
You gon' take 'em (five)
Are you gon' take that shit to trial
And gon' be denied
Violate probation when you just got caught, with that ride
That alibi ain't gon' work
Ain't it some hotter niggaz from out that 3 be doin' that dirt

Juvenile:
All the money in the world can't even move you
Your lawyers tryin' to fuck you, the judge tryin' to lose you
The district attourney don't give a fuck about y'all
Cause he gotta run run for office again in the fall
So everything he cross examine he tryin' to fuck over
Grudges on his shoulder, tryin' to read his quota
You wastin' ya time boy when you wastin' they time
Cause they'll start off with a nickel and try and give you a dime
You think i'm lyin', go ask my cousin kc
You think i'm lyin', go ask my cousin ducky
Both of my niggaz just cam home from doin' a bit
Both of my niggaz know what encarceration is
Lil daddy, you fightin' a war you can't win
Your guilty as charged soon as them people stand up in
So accept ya lick, you got caught with more than a brick
And you ain't gon see the streets 'til two-thousand and six

Chorus: juvenile (2x)

Juvenile:
It's sharks out here boy, niggaz be rattin'
You be up in penitentiary and don't know what happened
Law, you're tellin' me you're wanted for murder and kidknappin'
Short on they information so they lyin' and scrappin'
You don't want to be in jail that ain't you're place
When your child graduate you gon' look her in the face
Tell her lil wodie out there hustlin' somewhere across the nation
All in the projects, take that probation
Believe it or not, you be up in the cell block
Far away from home where you can't eeven sell rocks
Bitches ain't on your side like up in the bricks
Cause once you up in the jailhouse they searchin' for that dick
Sco' no, cho' no, i'm single
My man up in jail, i can still mingle
I'm my own woman, fuck who, what, or when
My man can't whip me, cause he doin' ten

Chorus: juvenile (4x)

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