Текст песни Juvenile - Roll With `Em
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Juvenile:It`s enemy turf that I`m on, so I`ma play it how it goCock the hollow points into my black calicoHit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo` sho` it`s bout to goNiggaz graduated from sellin` dope to snortin` dopeGangsta be bustin` headsLil Reggie be bustin` headsK.C., he be bustin` headsThink I ain`t `bout nustin` headsBoddies bled, I`ll put infrared up in your CutlassYou play with 226, that`s my clique so I say fuck itRuckus, war deep, World War III in the mix5 Hot Boy$ runnin`, bringin` G`s to they cliqueWith 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 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 don`t think it`s legal, nigga we can take it to the scaleYou gon` double your money, gon` get credit make your bailChorus: Juvenile (4x)With that iron, I`ma roll wit` `em, momma don`t pray for meI don`t 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 we`d 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 it`s gon` be some shit, when a collision is occurin`Asurin`, of me bein` a factor, through `97 and afterAnd I`ma have to, get my ten percentOr 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 theseluxuries 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 decisionAnd ain`t tell you niggaz shit, and put my self in a positionThat`s unescapable, `cause you capable, of puttin` my life in dangerAnd it`s causin` confusion, confusion draw conclusionAnd shootin` up some niggaz that pose a threatUntil somebody warns you that you`re close to deathChorus: Juvenile (4x)Mannie Fresh:Don`t love ya, don`t need ya, so why the fuck would I feed yaYou bitches want my riches, delete yaCause 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 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` weightCan`t 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 E`sEverytime you breathe you recievin` a part of meLook, my lyrics be combustable like gasesWhen I`m grabbin` for the mic and performin` for your massesI`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 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, don`t wanna be it, can`t even see itNot 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 rideReady to rideReady to rideReady to ride, lil wodieMomma don`t pray for me, I don`t back down frome no niggaMomma don`t pray for me, I don`t back down frome no niggaMomma don`t pray for me, I don`t back down frome no nigga