Roll With `em lyrics

Artist  : Juvenile 
Song : Roll With `em



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Juvenile:
It's enemy turf that I'm on, so I'ma
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' it's 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 ain't 'bout nustin'
heads
Boddies bled, I'll put infrared up in
your Cutlass
You play with 226, that's my
clique so I say fuck it
Ruckus, war deep,
World War III in the mix
5 Hot Boy$ runnin',
bringin' G's to they clique
With them hundred
round tip-tips, to make sure niggaz ain't
breathin'
You recievin', a punishment for not
believin'
Curly head lookin' for me, cause I'm
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 don't think it's 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, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for
me
I don't 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 we'd 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 it's gon' be some shit,
when a collision is occurin'
Asurin', of me
bein' a factor, through '97 and after
And I'ma
have to, get my ten percent
Or I'ma get
punished, like the rest of these niggaz and
there's evidence
'Cause ever since all these
cars and all these mansions, and all
these
luxuries was givin'
You wasn't givin'
no thanks, to the reason you was livin'
So I'ma
keep an open mind and make the right
decision
And ain't tell you niggaz shit, and
put my self in a position
That's unescapable,
'cause you capable, of puttin' my life in
danger
And it's causin' confusion, confusion
draw conclusion
And shootin' up some niggaz
that pose a threat
Until somebody warns you
that you're close to death

Chorus:
Juvenile (4x)

Mannie Fresh:
Don't love
ya, don't need ya, so why the fuck would I feed
ya
You bitches want my riches, delete
ya
Cause it's movin', it's 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
Can't 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 E's
Everytime you breathe you
recievin' a part of me
Look, my lyrics be
combustable like gases
When I'm grabbin' for
the mic and performin' for your masses
I'm
never found on the ship that's 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, don't wanna be it, can't even see
it
Not even them little niggaz that I be
wit'

Chorus: Juvenile (10x)

I'm
gettin' tired, of this bulshit that we
hearin'
I'm gettin' tired, 'bout to get my
iron ready to ride
Ready to ride
Ready to
ride
Ready to ride, lil wodie
Momma don't
pray for me, I don't back down frome no
nigga
Momma don't pray for me, I don't back
down frome no nigga
Momma don't pray for me, I
don't back down frome no nigga