Notorious B.I.G.: I'm with whateva

[Intro: Jim Jones]R.I.P BigWe some niggaz that's gonna make you proud of this gameSmell me? (Jones, Capo)Cash Money (Santana)Dipset (Lil Weezy)Let's RideCause 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 dungareesThe city under seas, kitchen 100 degreesI love that summer breeze, I'll stand in it until it freezeI'm from another breed, them sss, southern g'sI sip phemetrazine, I lean, I stand tallI'm mean, I'm mad raw, I'm coming like fastballSteee-rike, Yup, so get it rightNigga, one of my sniplets'll end your whole lifeYou ain't nothing but a riblet to a nigga with a knifeIn a fork, I'm a pig myself, I eat schworkSo be smart and play your own partIf you don't love yourself, I'll make you see your own heartAnd we don't like the narcs, stay away from the cellHey, I'ma shoot it out if I'm facing the ailYea, so tell your girl to come and make me richWeezy Baby nigga, 9 to 5, 10 to 6[Chorus: Juelz Santana]All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turnGot my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?(Watch it) I ain't going out without a fightI'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fightI'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fightI'm with whatever, It'd be your life before my lifeAt night, I can't sleep, I toss and turnGot my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]It's showdown time, throwdown timeSame d-off, four pound timeClack Clack, go get yours, I'll go get mineCheck it man, I'm wit whateverGoodness gracious the paperWhere the cash at? Where the stash at?I'll blow that ass back for fronting on a nigga like meYou got nothing on a nigga like me, you'll seeI'm on the grind from sun up to sun downIf I'm lying, may lightning come down and strike me right nowI'll turn a dollar to a twenty to a fifty to a hundredKeep it coming til I'm full on my stomachI'm stuck in my ways, I'm stuck puffing my haseHand on my pistol, front of it spraysI'm stuck living the life of a ghetto niggaTrying to get rid of the life, alright?[Chorus]