Krazy - Roll Roll lyrics

Ain't no block too hot Me and my n***as bout to open up shop Hot boy n***a grab the Glock So me and my n***as we can sell our rocks Ain't no block too hot Me and my n***as bout to open up shop Hot boy n***a grab the Glock So me and my n***as we can sell our rocks [Master P] Every bag of that raw We hustle in the park From dusk to dawn n***a From dawn to dark Now if you tweakin, boy You better be creepin But if you beefin, n***a You bout to be sleepin Me and my dogs We don't f** with you cats Go to the pen Don't f** with no rats See this sh** is real I sleep with one eye open See in the ghetto n***as gotta be pistol totin A thousand f**in' grams That's what I'm workin' with Come short on the D You know what you t**n' wit It's murder, 187 I represent the third ward We tote mac 11's If I die, write my name in the sky My n***as bust yo' a** Yall gon' know why (baby) [Chorus] Roll roll roll ya dough Up and down the street On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me) (repeat) [Krazy] It's a problem I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya ??? gon' come get ya Chopper split ya A young soldier Plottin' to rule the world with riches Ask P to use this Hummer so I can f** some b**hes Run the block all week Trying to dodge the cops n***as prayin' on my d**h before my album drops My n***as wearin wires Feds tappin' my phone Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone Told my dog believe you we can rule the world He didn't listen He'd rather stuff his nose with furl They found him dead in the project Brains on the ground When you a fiend That's the way the game go down Chorus [Mystikal] I'm from the ? chopper too! Come f**in' around wit me ain't no tellin' what I'ma do! Put my foot so far up yo' a** I'd probably lose my shoe! That n***a chokin! Motherf**er coughin' up blood Well f** the Heimlich maneuver You don't want that drama to come to you! Yo' mama to come do you! Cuz HOT IRON will run ya through ya! You and yo' dudes don't be around cuz you'll catch a contact If you ain't got beef wit a n***a Don't be 'round beef You won't be on yo' back [Silkk] Oh it ain't my fault We'll dead these n***as Can't move we infrared these n***as We'll do these n***as Black proof these n***as Close casket these boys Black suit these n***as We'll blast these n***as Walk past these n***as And ride on these bustas Just keep mashin these n***as And after we do it We'll toss the tec And ghetto Plus I know not else but to f**in' floss the set You ain't gotta ask who's hot Who's on top I gotta question to ask yall foreal Tru or not If I got two guns I'm sure one gon' bust If I got two n***as wildin' out When I bust, one gon' duck The one that's wildin' the most That's the one I'ma bust He still trippin' after that I'ma give him two cuz he don't think one was enough [Chorus]