Lyric Roll With Em
[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
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
