Three 6 Mafia - Roll With It (feat Project Pat) Lyrics:
Let me chirp these fools
Juice got weed, Juice got bills
Juice got their work on the corner cuttin` deals
Juice know you haters out there snitchin` ain`t for real
So Juice got some game, ni**az, down for the kill
Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field
We never had a job but we sittin` on a mill
We ball out in the club with our ni**az stayin` trill
We never wrote a check just them big face bills
A playa drinkin` Makers, Marker, cranberry vodka
Wearin` a mink coat that`s furry as Chewbacca
I saw ya main gal and a playa had to stop her
Her name wasn`t Silkk but her face was The Shocker
The feds takin` pictures of us ballin` but I got `em
A 7 footer hole for his body, we gon drop `em
We always on the grind, we be watchin` when they watchin`
And when they turn they back, it`s the clucka-clucka, rock `em, yeah
If you boys got beef, we can roll with it
In the club or the street, we can go with it
It don`t make me none blow for blow with it
Crack his head with a gun, I`ma sho split it
If you boys got beef, we can roll with it
In the club or the street, we can go with it
It don`t make me none blow for blow with it
Crack his head with a gun, I`ma sho split it
We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests
Them three fifty seven titanium Smith-N-Wess
And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust
You gonna have hell if you f**k with us and that`s what`s up
The whole club, we maintain
These hydra shock bullets mushroom in ya brain
We in bed with the med, give `em somethin` to do
`Cause clown ass ni**az love to act the fool
My hood is real ni**a, my hood ain`t fake
My hood is home ni**a, everythang straight
My hood will rob you with mask on they face
My hood will do it to put food on they plate
My hood ain`t tame dog, they wanna jump fool
My hood, they hang together, they all jump you
And if you don`t believe me then come to my hood
And you will see that it ain`t all good
If you boys got beef, we can roll with it
In the club or the street, we can go with it
It don`t make me none blow for blow with it
Crack his head with a gun, I`ma sho split it
If you boys got beef, we can roll with it
In the club or the street, we can go with it
It don`t make me none blow for blow with it
Crack his head with a gun, I`ma sho split it
Juice got weed, Juice got bills
Juice got their work on the corner cuttin` deals
Juice know you haters out there snitchin` ain`t for real
So Juice got some game, ni**az, down for the kill
Juice know the feds got surveillance on the field
We never had a job but we sittin` on a mill
We ball out in the club with our ni**az stayin` trill
We never wrote a check just them big face bills
A playa drinkin` Makers, Marker, cranberry vodka
Wearin` a mink coat that`s furry as Chewbacca
I saw ya main gal and a playa had to stop her
Her name wasn`t Silkk but her face was The Shocker
The feds takin` pictures of us ballin` but I got `em
A 7 footer hole for his body, we gon drop `em
We always on the grind, we be watchin` when they watchin`
And when they turn they back, it`s the clucka-clucka, rock `em, yeah
If you boys got beef, we can roll with it
In the club or the street, we can go with it
It don`t make me none blow for blow with it
Crack his head with a gun, I`ma sho split it
If you boys got beef, we can roll with it
In the club or the street, we can go with it
It don`t make me none blow for blow with it
Crack his head with a gun, I`ma sho split it
We got them tones in the club and them bulletproof vests
Them three fifty seven titanium Smith-N-Wess
And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust
You gonna have hell if you f**k with us and that`s what`s up
The whole club, we maintain
These hydra shock bullets mushroom in ya brain
We in bed with the med, give `em somethin` to do
`Cause clown ass ni**az love to act the fool
My hood is real ni**a, my hood ain`t fake
My hood is home ni**a, everythang straight
My hood will rob you with mask on they face
My hood will do it to put food on they plate
My hood ain`t tame dog, they wanna jump fool
My hood, they hang together, they all jump you
And if you don`t believe me then come to my hood
And you will see that it ain`t all good
If you boys got beef, we can roll with it
In the club or the street, we can go with it
It don`t make me none blow for blow with it
Crack his head with a gun, I`ma sho split it
If you boys got beef, we can roll with it
In the club or the street, we can go with it
It don`t make me none blow for blow with it
Crack his head with a gun, I`ma sho split it