Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roll With 'Em, artist - Juvenile. Album song Solja Rags, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Roll With 'Em |
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 |
Niggas 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 niggas 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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 niggas 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’mma keep an open mind and make the right decision |
And ain’t tell you niggas 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 niggas that pose a threat |
Until somebody warns you that you’re close to death |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 niggas kill for it |
The new Juve tape, got you hoes loosin' weight |
Can’t get your life straight, music to masturbate |
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 niggas that I be wit' |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |