Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roll With Us Or Get Rolled Over , by - T-PopRelease date: 01.09.2003
Song language: English
Roll With Us Or Get Rolled Over |
| Uh nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga |
| Nigga, we some soldiers huh |
| You fucking with some soldiers, inflated face folders |
| Roll with us niggas, or get rolled over |
| Bitch we’ll fold ya, steady weaving and bobbing |
| With twin Glocks, that’ll leave a nigga forehead slobbing |
| Who it be that’s me nigga, from 12 000 block |
| Bust shots and don’t stop, till twelve thousand drop |
| Subject to catch me, in a 2002 drop |
| Palamene inside, penut butter top |
| I’m 18 young, I ain’t 18 dumb |
| I got steam with infra' beams, and seventeen come |
| Hollow tips coming out, of a thirty round drum |
| When I drop a two hundred, and thirty pound some |
| A back street thug nigga, my fo'-fo' plug niggas |
| Affiliated with killers, and punk foe mud sippers |
| Dice ice fine niggas, creep up from behind niggas |
| Don’t need ice my heat, bling-bling blind niggas |
| A pitbull full breed, mash on full speed |
| A hustler head buster, my heart pump block bleed |
| You slip fucked up, you might not luck up |
| My tool give head wounds, blowing niggas the fuck up |
| When I’m dealing with cheddar, I’m on toes like slippers |
| Pyrex fo’s, for 28 gram whippers |
| Avoiding these snitches, and two 22 tippers |
| Affiliated with killers, we choppers and ruger rippers |
| Snapping like alligators, and plugging niggas like clippers |
| Heavyweight contenders, hard hitters and tooth chippers |
| Battleship sinkers, and potent pint sippers |
| 20 inch rim feelers, and candy paint drippers |
| Nigga we Interstate skaters, dope game gladiators |
| Third time offenders, plus we brick penetrators |
| For seven figgas or greater, we annihilate blocks |
| Bigger niggas with bigger Glocks, and hollow tip shots |
| In the mix ready to bubble, like water in hot pots |
| Aggravated intoxicated, and pulling out stash spots |
| Automatic extended clips, with infrared dots |
| We grave diggers with twelve gauge slugs, and buck shots |
| I roll with real niggas, I roll with ill niggas |
| Bad to the bone, lunatics and trill niggas |
| Cap peelers and drug dealers, that’s my squad |
| I’m not Bin Laden, but I’ll drop a bomb |
| Juve, that’s not my name |
| The Juggler, and I’m bringing the pain |
| Switching lane to lane, catch you slipping it’s over |
| Bitch I done told ya, I’m a Laf-Tex soldier |
| Whoa, slow that down lil' daddy |
| You moving kinda fast, but that’s kinda loftly daddy |
| Living lavish in the game, I’m a outlaw |
| Plus Poppy, is a southpaw |
| That play the game raw, that’s how the game goes |
| Putting the rap game up, in a figure fo' |
| I ain’t no ho boy, you better watch how you speak |
| Killers up on the creep, plus my pitbulls don’t sleep it’s on nigga |