Roll With It (feat. Project Pat)

Lyrics for Roll With It (feat. Project Pat)

Let me chirp these fools Juice got weed, Juice got bills Juice got their 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 with 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 that's 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 clucka-clucka, rock 'em, yeah If you boys got beef, we can roll with it In the club or the street, we can go with it It don't make me none blow for blow with it Crack his head with a gun, I'ma sho split it If you boys got beef, we can roll with it In the club or the street, we can go with it It don't make me none blow for blow with it Crack his head with a gun, I'ma sho split it We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests Them three fifty seven titanium Smith-N-Wess And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust You gonna have hell if you fuck with 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, give 'em somethin' to do 'Cause clown ass niggaz love to act the fool My hood is real nigga, my hood ain't fake My hood is home nigga, 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 with it In the club or the street, we can go with it It don't make me none blow for blow with it Crack his head with a gun, I'ma sho split it If you boys got beef, we can roll with it In the club or the street, we can go with it It don't make me none blow for blow with it Crack his head with a gun, I'ma sho split it