Juvenile

Juvenile - Roll With 'Em lyrics

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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
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Language: English

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