I'm With Whateva - Notorious B.I.G.

(Jim Jones) 

Cause real G's know da feelin(its murda) 

Its hard buddy, no remorse for the killings 

Cause real G's know da feelin(its murda) 

Its hard buddy, no remorse for the killings 



(Lil Wayne) 

Madd trees and bitches in dungarees 

The City under seas 

Kitchens will hit degrees 

I love that summer breeze 

I'll stand in it til it freeze 

I'm from another breed ta other s-s-sothern G's 

I sip Promethazine

I lean, but stand tall 

I mean I'm madd raw 

I'm callen like Feds call 

St-eeee-rike 

Yup, so get it right 

Nigga, one of my snippets will end your whole life 

You aint nothin wit a riddle to a nigga wit a knife 

In the fork, I'm a pig myself, I eat shark 

So be smart, and be your own part 

If you dont love yourself, I'll make you see your own heart 

And we dont like the Narcs 

Stay away from the cell 

Hey, Ima shoot it out if Im facin jail 

So tell ya girl to come and make me rich 

Weezy baby, Nigga 9-5, 10-6 



[chorus: juelz santana] 

at night i can't sleep 

i toss and turn 

got mah hand on mah pistol 

When Will these motherfuckers learn? 

watch it 

i ain't goin out without a fight 

im wit whateva 

i ain't goin out without a fight 

im wit whateva 

i ain't goin out without a fight 

im wit whateva 

it would be a light before mah life 

at night i can't sleep 

i toss and turn 

got mah hand on mah pistol 

When will these motherfuckers learn? 



[juelz santana] 

its showdown time 

throw down time 

say D off 

four pound time 

aye, aye 

go get yours 

i go get mine 

check it 

man, im with whateva 

goodness gracious the paper 

where the cash at? 

where the stash at? 

i blow that ass back 

for frontin' on a nigga like me 

you got nothin' on a nigga like me 

youuuuu'll seeeee 

im on the grind 

from sun up to sun down 

if im lyin 

then lightning come down 

and strike me right now 

i turn a dollar, to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred 

keep em' comin' til im full on mah stomach 

im stuck in mah ways 

im stuck puffin' mah haze 

hand on mah pistol 

frontin' to spray(aye!) 

im stuck livin the life 

of a ghetto nigga 

tryin to get rid of the life of fright 

stuck to it 



[chorus] 



[notorious big:] 

as i grab the glock 

put it to your head piece 

one in the chamber 

the safety is off 

release straight at ya dome holmes 

i wanna see cabbage 

biggie smalls' a savage 

doin' ya brain cells much damage 

teflon is the material for the imperial 

mic grippa, girl strippa, the henny sippa 

i drop lyrics off and on like a light switch 

quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive the Q 

.45, glocks and techs are expected when i 

wreck shit 

respect is collected, so check it 

i got techniques drippin out mah butt cheeks 

sleep on mah stomach so i don't fuck up mah sheets 

(huh!) 

mah shit is deep 

deeper than mah grave, G 

im ready to die and nobody can save me 

fuck the world, fuck mah moms, and mah girl 

mah life is played out like a jehri curl 

im ready to die 



[chorus]