Notorious B.I.G. I'm with Whateva Lyrics:
[Intro: Jim Jones]
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)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
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 Promathezine, I lean, I slants hard
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 pork
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 an L
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Yea, so tell your girl to come and make me rich
Weezy Baby nigga, 9 to 5, 10 to 6

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
At 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?

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
It's showdown time, throwdown time
Safety off, four pound time
Clack Clack, go get yours, I'll go get mine
Check it man, I'm wit whatever
Goodness gracious for paper
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
I'll throw 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 haze
Hand on my pistol, frontin the strays
I'm stuck living the life of a ghetto nigga
Trying to get rid of the life, alright?

[Chorus]
Lyrics: I'm with Whateva, Notorious B.I.G. [end]