Roll With 'Em

(album: Solja Rags - 1997)

[Juvenile:]
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
Niggaz graduated from selling dope to snorting dope
Gangsta be busting heads
Lil Reggie be busting heads
K.C., he be busting heads
Think I ain't 'bout nusting 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$ running, bringing G's to they clique
With them hundred round tip-tips, to make sure niggaz ain't breathing
You recieving, a punishment for not believing
Curly head looking 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 walking way mo', with a coat full of yeh-yo
Nothing 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

[Chorus: Juvenile (4x)]
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

[Juvenile:]
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 dicking inability
But it's gon' be some shit, when a collision is occuring
Asuring, of me being 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 giving
You wasn't giving no thanks, to the reason you was living
So I'ma keep an open mind and make the right decision
And ain't tell you niggaz shit, and put my self in a position
That's unescapable, 'cause you capable, of putting my life in danger
And it's causing confusion, confusion draw conclusion
And shooting up some niggaz that pose a threat
Until somebody warns you that you're close to death

[Chorus: Juvenile (4x)]

[Mannie Fresh:]
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 moving, it's shaking number one spot taking
Rap shite tight and money we be making
Clock six figures, with brown beats and triggers
Drinking 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 loosing weight
Can't get your life straight, music to masturbate

[Juvenile:]
Test a, nigga like me boy and you better
Have on your bulletproof sweater, riding in an armored Jetta
Beware of these, thugs in E's
Everytime you breathe you recieving a part of me
Look, my lyrics be combustable like gases
When I'm grabbing for the mic and performing for your masses
I'm never found on the ship that's steady sinking
Total control and all about self my way of thinking
Banking, off top, running with them boys from the block
Toting glocks that we only use when we put on the spot
Now I got, a reason to live for than to die
Keeping a tight inventory on my supply, of getting high
Know when to stop, don't wanna be it, can't even see it
Not even them little niggaz that I be wit'

[Chorus: Juvenile (10x)]

I'm getting tired, of this bulshit that we hearing
I'm getting 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