Biggie Smalls Im Wit Watever Lyrics

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 b____es 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 on from methazine
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
n____, one of my snippets will end your whole life
You aint nothin wit a riddle to a n____ 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, n____ 9-5, 10-6

[chorus: juelz santana]
at night i can't sleep
i toss and turn
got mah hand on mah pistol
and will these m_________ers 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
will these m_________ers 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 a__ back
for frontin' on a n____ like me
you got nothin' on a n____ 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 n____
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
quick to grab the right b____ and make her drive the Q
.45, glocks and techs are expected when i
wreck s___
respect is collected, so check it
i got techniques drippin out mah b___ cheeks
sleep on mah stomach so i don't f___ up mah sheets
(huh!)
mah s___ is deep
deeper than mah grave, G
im ready to die and nobody can save me
f___ the world, f___ mah moms, and mah girl
mah life is played out like a jehri curl
im ready to die

[chorus]