Lyrics to: Roll Roll
By Artist: 504 Boyz
Aint no block too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the glock
So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
Aint no block too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
Hot boy nigga grab the glock
So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
Master p:
Every bag of that raw
We hustle in the park
From dusk to dawn nigga
From dawn to dark
Now if you tweakin, boy
You better be creepin
But if you beefin, nigga
You bout to be sleepin
Me and my dogs
We dont fuck with you cats
Go to the pen
Dont fuck with no rats
See this shit is real
I sleep with one eye open
See in the ghetto
Niggas gotta be pistol totin
A thousand fuckin grams
Thats what Im workin with
Come short on the d
You know what you twerkin wit
Its murder
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I represent the third ward
We tote mac 11s
If I die, write my name in the sky
My niggas bust yo ass
Yall gon know why (baby)
Chorus:
Roll roll roll ya dough
Up and down the street
On the first and fifteenth you dont have my money
Me and my boys we gon bring that heat (ya heard me)
(repeat)
Krazy:
Its a problem
I aint get my hands dirty wit ya
? ? ? gon come get ya
Chopper split ya
A young soldier
Plottin to rule the world with riches
Ask p to use this hummer so I can fuck some bitches
Run the block all week
Trying to dodge the cops
Niggas prayin on my death before my album drops
My niggas wearin wires
Feds tappin my phone
Send a check to
Irs
So they can leave me alone
Told my dog believe you we can rule the world
He didnt listen
Hed rather stuff his nose with furl
They found him dead in the project
Brains on the ground
When you a fiend
Thats the way the game go down
Chorus
Mystikal
:
Im from the ? chopper too!
Come fuckin around wit me aint no tellin what ima do!
Put my foot so far up yo ass Id probably lose my shoe!
That nigga chokin!
Motherfucker coughin up blood
Well fuck the ? ? ? ? ?
You dont want that drama to come to you!
Yo mama to come do you!
Cuz hot iron will run ya through ya!
You and yo dudes dont be around cuz youll catch a contact
If you aint got beef wit a nigga
Dont be round beef
You wont be on yo back
Silkk:
Oh it aint my fault
Well dead these niggas
Cant move we infrared these niggas
Well do these niggas
Black proof these niggas
Close casket these boys
Black suit these niggas
Well blast these niggas
Walk past these niggas
And ride on these bustas
Just keep mashin these niggas
And after we do it
Well toss the tec
And ghetto
Plus I know not else but to fuckin floss the set
You aint gotta ask whos hot
Whos on top
I gotta question to ask yall foreal
Tru or not
If I got two guns
Im sure one gon bust
If I got two niggas wildin out
When I bust, one gon duck
The one thats wildin the most
Thats the one ima bust
He still trippin after that
Ima give him two cuz he dont think one was enough
Chorus