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Juvenile

Something Got 2 Shake

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Juvenile:I put my trust in myself and my 9 firstYall niggaz second, third, and fourth because Im firstCant you tell I never had nothinDown to my last 5 dollars, ready to snatch somethinIf them people catch me Im goin to jail fo shoMy old lady aint gon be sendin me no mail no moWhile 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, its the same old shitNiggaz got 2.50 a piece goin half on a nickBack and forth to keys, but the lil weezy handle purchasePopeyes for the ballers, the ghetto eatin churchsShop always open cause nobody never closesSome of em like that needle, some play with they nosesI aint nothin like a candle light dinner, wine and rosesNiggaz tryin to run throught they packets to get some mo shitChorus: manny fresh (4x)Somethin gotta shke niggaIma bake a cake niggaRun with all the reall niggazJack all of the fake niggazJuvenile:My hallways full of pissNigga say he gon break me off, he full of shitThats why I got that chopper in the back full of clipsAbout to go and hit a whole stash full of bricksAll my niggaz gone, Im the last in the clickI gotta get my hands on some cash and a whipI gotta do somethin, lookCause this aint gonna last long, gotta get my cash onCome upon a superfire lick and get my ass homeAint thinkin about jumpin out lexs and benzesWith the tvs, and the cds, and 20 inch renzesLook here, my situation aint the best in the worldIm a snake like the rest of you niggaz, full of that guerlWodie, cmon and get your skull cracked, tryin to erase meI got iron ready to warbat, and its all for safetyMuthafucka might come, but he better come correctCause I aint aimin at nothin else but you head and yo chestChorus: (4x)Baby:Put a hit on a bitch, aint got no time for no bullshitNigga outta line, we killd the bitchNow, in my city, they burn, baby burn4 found dead, and they burn, baby burnI dont have no question, we all must learnTo tote a .45, keep your eyes on the churnI got that work nigga, all yall know the rulesI dont play, Im a mastermind, its a big tymer, foolPay up when you been fronted work, thats the ruleRolls parked, I play this game with no lawRed beam, hot ones pointed straight to your jawA nigga must pay, Im tryin to see a better dayWent to miami bought that azora anywayThree time loser totin tools, nigga thats the rulesJust the chance I gotta take on these streets foolFlippin chickens, corner spitin, hardtimes a foolChorus: (6x)Manny fresh:Somethin gotta shake niggaIma bake a cake niggaRun with all the real niggazClick-clack all of the fake niggazLay it down2gYou know me

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