Lyric Something Got 2 Shake - Juvenile

Lyric Song Something Got 2 Shake: Juvenile
I put my trust in myself and my 9 first
Y all niggaz secondthirdand fourth because I m first
Can t you tell I never had nothin
Down to my last 5 dollarsready 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 lawyersWhen they gon let me go
He be tellin meJust be cool until you go to court
Get outback to the bricksit s the same old shit
Niggaz got 250 a piece goin half on a nick
Back and forth to keysbut the Lil Weezy handle purchase
Popeye s for the ballersthe ghetto eatin Church s
Shop always open cause nobody never closes
Some of em like that needlesome play with they noses
I ain t nothin like a candle light dinnerwine 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 offhe 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 goneI 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 longgotta 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 sand the CD sand 20 inch renzes
Look heremy situation ain t the best in the world
I m a snake like the rest of you niggazfull of that Guerl
Wodiec mon and get your skull crackedtryin to erase me
I got iron ready to warbatand it s all for safety
Muthafucka might comebut 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 bitchain t got no time for no bullshit
Nigga outta linewe kill d the bitch
Nowin my citythey burnbaby burn
4 found deadand they burnbaby burn
I don t have no questionwe all must learn
To tote a 45keep your eyes on the churn
I got that work niggaall y all know the rules
I don t playI m a mastermindit s a Big Tymerfool
Pay up when you been fronted workthat s the rule
Rolls parkedI play this game with no law
Red Beamhot ones pointed straight to your jaw
A nigga must payI m tryin to see a better day
Went to Miami bought that Azora anyway
Three time loser totin toolsnigga that s the rules
Just the chance I gotta take on these streets fool
Flippin chickenscorner 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