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Lyric: Something Got 2 Shake

  • artist: Juvenile
  • album: Tha G-code
  • seen: 850

[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
  

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