Текст (слова) песни: Juvenile - Roll With em

Juvenile:

Its enemy turf that Im on, so ima play it how it go

Cock the hollow points into my black calico

Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo sho its bout to go

Niggaz graduated from sellin dope to snortin dope

Gangsta be bustin heads

Lil reggie be bustin heads

K.c., he be bustin heads

Think I aint bout nustin heads

Boddies bled, Ill put infrared up in your cutlass

You play with 226, thats my clique so I say fuck it

Ruckus, war deep, world war iii in the mix

5 hot boy$ runnin, bringin gs to they clique

With them hundred round tip-tips, to make sure niggaz aint breathin

You recievin, a punishment for not believin

Curly head lookin for me, cause Im hot and word don got loose

Bundles of dope fronted, from the magnolia to the goose

Snitches wanted to testify the shit that they know

Set a bomb on the front door, put a key in the door and the place blow

Look I been walkin way mo, with a coat full of yeh-yo

Nothin but clientele, from 11-5, sale

You dont think its legal, nigga we can take it to the scale

You gon double your money, gon get credit make your bail

Chorus: juvenile (4x)

With that iron, ima roll wit em, momma dont pray for me

I dont back down frome no nigga, they got a place for me

Juvenile:

My biological father, was a sperm donor, around the corner

Was the man that killed lil lanny, who knew wed understand it

That way that, my mother was heartless to her kids

So he took us in his home, and he raised like his own

Now we grown, and we learned responsibility,

The devil tryed to get wit me

To affect all of my dickin inability

But its gon be some shit, when a collision is occurin

Asurin, of me bein a factor, through 97 and after

And ima have to, get my ten percent

Or ima get punished, like the rest of these niggaz and theres evidence

cause ever since all these cars and all these mansions, and all these

Luxuries was givin

You wasnt givin no thanks, to the reason you was livin

So ima keep an open mind and make the right decision

And aint tell you niggaz shit, and put my self in a position

Thats unescapable, cause you capable, of puttin my life in danger

And its causin confusion, confusion draw conclusion

And shootin up some niggaz that pose a threat

Until somebody warns you that youre close to death

Chorus: juvenile (4x)

Mannie fresh:

Dont love ya, dont need ya, so why the fuck would I feed ya

You bitches want my riches, delete ya

Cause its movin, its shakin number one spot takin

Rap shite tight and money we be makin

Clock six figures, with brown beats and triggers

Drinkin from the riggers, poppa said the gon fig us

Everything I make, and everything I drive

Everything I scratch and everything I ride

Touch it, , live for it, you niggaz kill for it

The new juve tape, got you hoes loosin weight

Cant get your life straight, music to masturbate

Juvenile:

Test a, nigga like me boy and you better

Have on your bulletproof sweater, ridin in an armored jetta

Beware of these, thugs in es

Everytime you breathe you recievin a part of me

Look, my lyrics be combustable like gases

When Im grabbin for the mic and performin for your masses

Im never found on the ship thats steady sinkin

Total control and all about self my way of thinkin

Bankin, off top, runnin with them boys from the block

Totin glocks that we only use when we put on the spot

Now I got, a reason to live for than to die

Keepin a tight inventory on my supply, of gettin high

Know when to stop, dont wanna be it, cant even see it

Not even them little niggaz that I be wit

Chorus: juvenile (10x)

Im gettin tired, of this bulshit that we hearin

Im gettin tired, bout to get my iron ready to ride

Ready to ride

Ready to ride

Ready to ride, lil wodie

Momma dont pray for me, I dont back down frome no nigga

Momma dont pray for me, I dont back down frome no nigga

Momma dont pray for me, I dont back down frome no nigga

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