Juvenile - Roll With 'em Lyrics
Juvenile:Its enemy turf that Im on, so ima play it how it go***** the hollow points into my black calicoHit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo sho its bout to goNiggaz graduated from sellin dope to snortin dopeGangsta be bustin headsLil reggie be bustin headsK.c., he be bustin headsThink I aint bout nustin headsBoddies bled, Ill put infrared up in your cutlassYou play with 226, thats my clique so I say ***** itRuckus, war deep, world war iii in the mix5 hot boy$ runnin, bringin gs to they cliqueWith them hundred round tip-tips, to make sure niggaz aint breathinYou recievin, a punishment for not believinCurly head lookin for me, cause Im hot and word don got looseBundles of dope fronted, from the magnolia to the gooseSnitches wanted to testify the shit that they knowSet a bomb on the front door, put a key in the door and the place blowLook I been walkin way mo, with a coat full of yeh-yoNothin but clientele, from 11-5, saleYou dont think its legal, nigga we can take it to the scaleYou gon double your money, gon get credit make your bailChorus: juvenile (4x)With that iron, ima roll wit em, momma dont pray for meI dont back down frome no nigga, they got a place for meJuvenile:My biological father, was a sperm donor, around the cornerWas the man that killed lil lanny, who knew wed understand itThat way that, my mother was heartless to her kidsSo he took us in his home, and he raised like his ownNow we grown, and we learned responsibility,The devil tryed to get wit meTo affect all of my dickin inabilityBut its gon be some shit, when a collision is occurinAsurin, of me bein a factor, through 97 and afterAnd ima have to, get my ten percentOr ima get punished, like the rest of these niggaz and theres evidencecause ever since all these cars and all these mansions, and all theseLuxuries was givinYou wasnt givin no thanks, to the reason you was livinSo ima keep an open mind and make the right decisionAnd aint tell you niggaz shit, and put my self in a positionThats unescapable, cause you capable, of puttin my life in dangerAnd its causin confusion, confusion draw conclusionAnd shootin up some niggaz that pose a threatUntil somebody warns you that youre close to deathChorus: juvenile (4x)Mannie fresh:Dont love ya, dont need ya, so why the ***** would I feed yaYou *****es want my riches, delete yaCause its movin, its shakin number one spot takinRap shite tight and money we be makinClock six figures, with brown beats and triggersDrinkin from the riggers, poppa said the gon fig usEverything I make, and everything I driveEverything I scratch and everything I rideTouch it, , live for it, you niggaz kill for itThe new juve tape, got you hoes loosin weightCant get your life straight, music to masturbateJuvenile:Test a, nigga like me boy and you betterHave on your bulletproof sweater, ridin in an armored jettaBeware of these, thugs in esEverytime you breathe you recievin a part of meLook, my lyrics be combustable like gasesWhen Im grabbin for the mic and performin for your massesIm never found on the ship thats steady sinkinTotal control and all about self my way of thinkinBankin, off top, runnin with them boys from the blockTotin glocks that we only use when we put on the spotNow I got, a reason to live for than to dieKeepin a tight inventory on my supply, of gettin highKnow when to stop, dont wanna be it, cant even see itNot even them little niggaz that I be witChorus: juvenile (10x)Im gettin tired, of this bulshit that we hearinIm gettin tired, bout to get my iron ready to rideReady to rideReady to rideReady to ride, lil wodieMomma dont pray for me, I dont back down frome no niggaMomma dont pray for me, I dont back down frome no niggaMomma dont pray for me, I dont back down frome no nigga
