Mannie Fresh - Roll With 'Em lyrics

Juvenile: It's enemy turf that I'm on, so I'mma play it how it go co*k the hollow points into my black calico Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo' sho' it's bout to go n***as graduated from sellin' dope to snortin' dope 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 Cutla** You play with 226, that's my clique so I say f** 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 n***as 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 dope fronted, from the Magnolia to the Goose Snitches wanted to testify the sh** 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, n***a 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'mma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me I don't back down frome no n***a, they got a place for me Juvenile: My biological father, was a s**m donor, around the corner Was the man that k**ed 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**, when a collision is occurin' Asurin', of me bein' a factor, through '97 and after And I'mma have to, get my ten percent Or I'mma get punished, like the rest of these n***as 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'mma keep an open mind and make the right decision And ain't tell you n***as sh**, 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 n***as that pose a threat Until somebody warns you that you're close to d**h Chorus: Juvenile (4x) Mannie Fresh: Don't love ya, don't need ya, so why the f** would I feed ya You b**hes want my riches, delete ya Cause it's movin', it's shakin' number one spot takin' Rap sh**e 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 n***as k** for it The new Juve tape, got you hoes loosin' weight Can't get your life straight, music to masturbate Juvenile: Test a, n***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 ma**es 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 n***as that I be wit' Chorus: Juvenile (10x) I'm gettin' tired, of this bulsh** that we hearin' I'm gettin' 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 n***a Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down frome no n***a Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down frome no n***a