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