Juvenile:   I put my trust in myself and my 9 first   Y'all niggaz second, third, and fourth because I'm first   Can't you tell I never had nothin'   Down to my last 5 dollars, ready to snatch 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 shit   Niggaz 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 nobody 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   Niggaz tryin' to run throught they packets to get some mo' shit      Chorus: manny fresh (4x)   Somethin' gotta shke nigga   I'ma bake a cake nigga   Run with all the reall niggaz   Jack all of the fake niggaz      Juvenile:   My hallways full of piss   Nigga say he gon' break me off, he full of shit   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 niggaz 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 ass 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 niggaz, 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   Muthafucka might come, but he better come correct   Cause I ain't aimin' at nothin' else but you' head and yo' chest      Chorus: (4x)      Baby:   Put a hit on a bitch, ain't got no time for no bullshit   Nigga outta line, we kill'd the bitch   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 nigga, 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 nigga must pay, I'm tryin' to see a better day   Went to miami bought that azora anyway   Three time loser totin' tools, nigga 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 nigga   I'ma bake a cake nigga   Run with all the real niggaz   Click-clack all of the fake niggaz   Lay it down   2g   You know me