Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm with Whateva, artist - The Notorious B.I.G.. Date of issue: 12.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm with Whateva |
| R.I.P Big |
| We some niggaz that’s gonna make you proud of this game |
| Smell me? |
| (Jones, Capo) |
| Cash Money (Santana) |
| Dipset (Lil Weezy) |
| Let’s Ride |
| Cause real g’s know the feeling (It's Murda) |
| It’s hard body, no remorse for the killing (Watch It) |
| Cause real g’s know the feeling (It's Murda) |
| It’s hard body, no remorse for the killing (Weezy) |
| Mad trees and bitches in dungarees |
| The city under seas, kitchen 100 degrees |
| I love that summer breeze, I’ll stand in it until it freeze |
| I’m from another breed, them sss, southern g’s |
| I sip phemetrazine, I lean, I stand tall |
| I’m mean, I’m mad raw, I’m coming like fastball |
| Steee-rike, Yup, so get it right |
| Nigga, one of my sniplets’ll end your whole life |
| You ain’t nothing but a riblet to a nigga with a knife |
| In a fork, I’m a pig myself, I eat schwork |
| So be smart and play your own part |
| If you don’t love yourself, I’ll make you see your own heart |
| And we don’t like the narcs, stay away from the cell |
| Hey, I’ma shoot it out if I’m facing the ail |
| Yea, so tell your girl to come and make me rich |
| Weezy Baby nigga, 9 to 5, 10 to 6 |
| All night, I can’t sleep, I toss and turn |
| Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? |
| (Watch it) I ain’t going out without a fight |
| I’m with whatever and I ain’t going out without a fight |
| I’m with whatever and I ain’t going out without a fight |
| I’m with whatever, It’d be your life before my life |
| At night, I can’t sleep, I toss and turn |
| Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? |
| It’s showdown time, throwdown time |
| Same d-off, four pound time |
| Clack Clack, go get yours, I’ll go get mine |
| Check it man, I’m wit whatever |
| Goodness gracious the paper |
| Where the cash at? |
| Where the stash at? |
| I’ll blow that ass back for fronting on a nigga like me You got nothing on a nigga like me, you’ll see |
| I’m on the grind from sun up to sun down |
| If I’m lying, may lightning come down and strike me right now |
| I’ll turn a dollar to a twenty to a fifty to a hundred |
| Keep it coming til I’m full on my stomach |
| I’m stuck in my ways, I’m stuck puffing my hase |
| Hand on my pistol, front of it sprays |
| I’m stuck living the life of a ghetto nigga |
| Trying to get rid of the life, alright? |