I Be On My Shit Lyrics & Chords By E-40

That niggah so wack, (turn up)
why you fucking with a niggah like that, (huh, what)
Wherever you got that niggah from? You need to take that niggah back,
She be in the club, trying to fuck with a niggah like me (yeah),
Cause I be on my shit, a'int never low key (yeah),
I be on my shit, I be on my, I be on my shit,
I be on my shit, I be on my, I be on my shit.
I stay strap, case I gotta lay a bitch niggah flat,
Just cause I rap, don't think that I wont bust my gat,
I'm a thug from the mud, and I don't play that sucker shit mayne,
Real niggahs show me love, and bitches want my last name.
I'd rather hang with a broke real niggah, than a fake rich niggah,
who show they real true colors when they off that liquor,
I was raised in the trenches with the grimies and hitters,
posted on the ave. with a mouth full of spitters,
Talk bout OG's, never let a hoe make us enemies,
I'm silent as an oak tree, never fallen off like loose leaves,
That niggah so wack, (turn up)
why you fucking with a niggah like that, (huh, what)
Wherever you got that niggah from? You need to take that niggah back,
She be in the club, trying to fuck with a niggah like me,
Cause I be on my shit, a'int never low key (yeah),
I be on my shit, I be on my, I be on my shit,
I be on my shit, I be on my, I be on my shit.
Turnt to the max, dabs of that OG wax, (paper)
Counting these stacks, running game on a bitch like laps, (paper)
I liked to get fucked up, loaded and keyed off weed mayne,
The niggah bitch chose up, now she fucking with me mayne,
If she knew better than she'd do better, get rid of this sqaure ass cubicle,
He a feather weight I'm a heavy weight, you will re-louder than the musical,
Riding in something foreign, she tired of him he's boring,
pulling up in that phantom, ugly ass lecancer,
speakers throwing a tantrum, money like Richard Branson,
Alcohol in my hands, cheers like Ted Danson,
Congratulating and celebrating, thanks for all of the hate,
he asks too many questions man that niggah might be cakecake