something got 2 shake lyrics – juvenile

i put my trust in myself and my 9 first
y’all n*gg*z second, third, and fourth because i’m first
can’t you tell i never had nothin’
down to my last 5 dollars, ready to sn*tch 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 sh*t
n*gg*z 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 n*body 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
n*gg*z tryin’ to run throught they packets to get some mo’ sh*t

chorus: manny fresh (4x)
somethin’ gotta shke n*gg*
i’ma bake a cake n*gg*
run with all the reall n*gg*z
jack all of the fake n*gg*z

my hallways full of p*ss
n*gg* say he gon’ break me off, he full of sh*t
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 n*gg*z 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 *ss 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 n*gg*z, 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
muthaf*cka might come, but he better come correct
cause i ain’t aimin’ at nothin’ else but you’ head and yo’ chest

chorus: (4x)

put a hit on a b*tch, ain’t got no time for no bullsh*t
n*gg* outta line, we kill’d the b*tch
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 n*gg*, 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 n*gg* must pay, i’m tryin’ to see a better day
went to miami bought that azora anyway
three time loser totin’ tools, n*gg* 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 n*gg*
i’ma bake a cake n*gg*
run with all the real n*gg*z
click-clack all of the fake n*gg*z
lay it down
you know me

/ juvenile lyrics