Roll With `em Lyrics

Roll With `em lyrics

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