Juvenile - Roll With 'Em (feat. Big Tymers) Lyrics
[Juvenile:]It's enemy turf that I'm on, so I'ma play it how it go***** 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 ***** 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 bail[Chorus: 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 me[Juvenile:]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 d
