Roll With’Em - Cash Money

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 d**e fo' sho' it's bout to go
Niggaz graduated from sellin' d**e to snortin' d**e
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 f**k 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 d**e fronted from the Magnolia to the Goose
Snitches wanted to testify the sh*t 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 ni**a 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 ni**a
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 ni**a
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 ni**a
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 ni**a
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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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
With that iron I'ma roll wit' 'em
Momma don't pray for me
I don't back down frome no ni**a
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 ni**a
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 ni**a
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 ni**a
They got a place for me
Don't love ya don't need ya so why the f**k would I feed ya
You b**ches 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
Test a ni**a 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'
With that iron I'ma roll wit' 'em
momma don't pray for me
I don't back down frome no ni**a