Mac - Slow Ya Roll lyrics

[mac] Send this out to my n***a mike king and All the 22nd gangsters in columbus ohio From a o-g to a b-gee Slow your roll n***as Shell shocked Check it [o'dell] 15 with the triple beam, working the streets Lil' n***a gotta ride, now he's bumpin' the beats (it's all good, it's all good) He pa** by makin' the noise, odd boy Yah we see him with the chip phone He talkin' to them young b**hes, he used to be afraid, but Now he shootin' the sh**, cus he gettin' paid (I like that) When I was his age, I had the same kinda ways Had to rush to get paid, keep on a fresh pair of J's On a n***as feet, and it was something to ball To go to school and tell them n***as they ain't f**in' wit' chall Don't hit it, to the grime, wit' a pocket full of dimes I hope you got that 9 and he got it on his mind Cus the haters won't like that, would you pa** Cus the n***as will buck, and show a man his a** Watch your back lil' n***a, the game is cold And most of us don't make it old, slow your roll [chorus] (rolll) Keep it on your mind (rolll) A n***a shoots the same (slow your rolll) You better slow your roll (rolll) What mama used to say, (slow your rolll) Keep it up young man (roll) A n***a shoots the same (slow your rolll) You better slow your roll What mama used to say [mac] 16 with a bullet to his hip bone, he was slippin' They shot him right in front of momz' wasn't even trippin' He healed up, let his anger build up Now he's ready for war, he five deep in the black car And all dem n***as got murder on dey mind Your boy got that a.k., you got the tech 9 (I got the tech you heard me) Pa**enger seat he spot Woo-ney, (who is Woo-ney?) He's that n***a that pulled the trigger when he stole me Take that mothaf**a! That's what what he yelled As the automatic went **bucka**bucka** And all you n***as gots to die Is that the k**er in his eyes, or was it just a disguise Cus I remember he was a lil' timid n***a, a lil' skinny n***a Now he pulled the trigger, and who are you to take these laws in your Own hands His daddy told me like a grown man, wooo, slow your roll [chorus] [o'dell] 17 with a life sentence He in a cell with the cousin of the n***a he k**ed Now tell me how it feel to look him deep in his eyes and see your whole Life Ain't got a gun, gotta twerk it with a shank knife See he was five times bigger, it wouldn't mean sh** to the trigger But you can't get to it quicker, I seen the look in his eyes When the blade penetrated, he bled like he menstruated. And I can't sleep knowing how I kicked the game to him Gave a name to him, on the block now he caught in the pine box Is there a heaven for a k**er? Forgiveness to a lil' n***a, who praised nothin' but skrilla All he wanted was the finer things... Laid in his casket with his Rolex and his diamond rings. Dear God have mercy on his young soul... See he was told det most of us don't make it old... Slow your roll. [chorus]