8ball - Let's Roll lyrics

[Magic] Yeah Didn't think I was coming back this hard, right? Body Head, Bad Boy Fore I leave [Chorus: Magic] I'ma take him out back, buck him up good Make him respect my god damn hood Let's Roll, They bout to call them people, tell them n***as Lets Roll, They bout to call them people [8 Ball] Fat boy hoes choose quick when I hit the door Jealous a** n***as frown up, can't control they hoe My crew thick, full of boys who ain't never scared n***as who be frontin, give um something for they big head Shots of Patrone, boyz blowed from the buzz blow Keep your demo, your f**ing with my buzz joe We getting tipsy, looking for lips that wanna wrap around A rapper in your town, get your friends, it's going down We strictly pimpin, poppin hot ones til the clip is empty ESC on twenty-sixes or the black bentley I practice ripping mics and know these cats cannot see me I'm doing this sh** so f**ing sweet, I make it look easy From the city where they sing the blues and move keys f** what you heard, I'm the sh** in Memphis, Tennessee I'm coming hard, that's the only way I know to do it I only flash down when I no I longer shoot it [Chorus] [Magic] Whatcha know about Breaking bottles and making weapons just to stay alive Belt buckles and bra** knuckles born from the nine Swangin bows and hitting hoes, hoping n***as see On the end of my elbow is where you don't wanna be Right song and right liquor, n***a getting sluck See, we don't get crunk, my n***as get buck I'm a regular sh** starter Born and baptized in the purest of firewater Shellhouse mentality, get it or get it got Either your wit it or your not, but you know I'm bout Jumpin off in the crowd, goin to war with the First n***a that speak out, breakin their f**in jaw I'm from the mighty ninth ward of New Orleans And a a** whippin is the only thing that I offer Never lookin for trouble, trouble lookin for me Since y'all asked for it, fore I leave [Chorus] [David Banner] Raise my middle finger, screaming n***a, "f** all y'all" I got my bullets thinking, "sh** I can't duck all y'all" Let the hammer fall flat til your brain on the wall They gonna have to swim through blood like fins from jaws To the south part of Atlanta, do I let that n***a go? Hell no, that's what that n***a get for acting like a hoe Or a b**h or a s*ut, mayne go and get some nuts Just so you can let 'em hang and get them f**ers cut Off of your body, off of your frame, mayne stop it Your pistol like a p**y in church, you never pop it My finger f** the trigger, my n***a lets get it on I run up in your home and slap your a** with the chrome What the f**? you want it, go and knuckle up I'll take those signs and leave ya laying in the dust Or like a baby daddy, gat'll pop you in the mouth f** sh**, that n***a still screaming for a shout [Chorus]