RollWithIt

Roll With It (Explicit Album Version) - Three 6 Mafia/Project Pat

Let me chirp these fools

Juice got w**d juice got bills

Juice got the work on the corner cuttin' deals

Juice know you haters out there snitchin' ain't for real

So juice got some game niggaz down for the kill

Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field

We never had a job but we sittin' on a mill

We ball out in the club wit' our niggaz stayin' trill

We never wrote a check just them big face bills

A playa drinkin' makers marker cranberry vodka

Wearin' a mink coat thats furry as chewbacca

I saw ya main gal and a playa had to stop her

Her name wasn't silkk but her face was the shocker

The feds takin' pictures of us ballin' but I got 'em

A 7 footer hole for his body we gon' drop 'em

We always on the grind we be watchin' when they watchin'

And when they turn they back it's the cluck acluck arock 'em yeah

If you boys got beef we can

Roll wit' it

In the club or the street we can

Go wit' it

It don't make me none

Blow for blow wit' it

Crack his head wit' a gun

I'ma sho split it

If you boys got beef we can

Roll wit' it

In the club or the street we can

Go wit' it

It don't make me none

Blow for blow wit' it

Crack his head wit' a gun

I'ma sho split it

We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests

Them three fifty seven titanium smith wess

And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust

You gonna have hell if you f**k wit' us and that's what's up

The whole club we maintain

These hydra shock bullets mushroom in ya brain

We in bed with the med we give 'em somethin' to do

'Cuz clown a** niggaz love to act a fool

My hood is real ni**a my hood ain't fake

My hood is home ni**a everythang straight

My hood will rob you with mask on they face

My hood will do it to put food on they plate

My hood ain't tame dog they wanna jump fool

My hood they hang together they all jump you

And if you don't believe me then come to my hood

And you will see that it ain't all good

If you boys got beef we can

Roll wit' it

In the club or the street we can

Go wit' it

It don't make me none

Blow for blow wit' it

Crack his head wit' a gun

I'ma sho split it

If you boys got beef we can

Roll wit' it