Scarface - P D Roll 'em lyrics

* send corrections to the typist (Verse One) Here it comes fool, I play a game where there's no rules Homies on the cut call me Joe, cause I'm so cool Quick to get 'em up with a n***a, I ain't dodgin' them Win, lose, or draw in the hood, I'm squabbin' them Representin' the Park since I'm living here Walkin' through the hood from another set, give it here And after the jackin', you still want more, heh f** your posse, it's time for the coroner Don't f** with the Park n***a swarm More n***as found dead in my hood than in Vietnam Rollin' seven deep to a car Quick to take that a** to war, yo It ain't no sleep being lost Cause territorial rights are being enforced So when you're rollin' up, Holloway floor it And if a n***a flags you down keep going Don't stop and sell your soul You'll f** around and get your a** P.D. roll (Verse Two) The last album past gold And you wanna know the meaning of P.D. roll Well I'ma break it down for you real clean *gunshots* know what I mean In other words getting blasted Shootin' at a ba*tard, to see if he can last it 9 times out of 10 he can't So that's one more n***a in the paint You see, when I go to work I hit a muthaf**a where it hurts Starting off at his home sight And f** up a n***a's whole night You out of there, just like that there For jumping in the ring with a bear It's easily executed Put the pistol to the head, co*k the hammer back and shoot it You can't get it no cleaner Make a hit, break quick to the Beamer And South Acres to the hole And don't be no fool and get your a** P.D. roll (Verse Three) My own hood is confusing me sh** just ain't what it used to be I'm stepping back on my old block The finest b**h in the hood smoking crack rock Even the n***as I was raised with Are walking around in a daze and sh** Man: "Say now, can I get a dollar for a cold one?" And got his hands out like I owe him But I don't owe nann n***a I was??? in the hood until I got bigger I hollered at my boys in the game And only a couple of them changed Peace to Q-Dog, Cool Coin, and Old Mack And all the rest of my boys down with Ac' The rest ain't about jack But I still love the hood, so it ain't about that It's all about being down with it sh**, to be got, you gotta go out and get it Like my n***a doing time in the??? Now that was a down muthaf**a A couple of keyss, my n***a stole 'em Straight up f** 'em P.D. roll So lay it down in the dirt Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt That's how it is, and always will be I had to have it, even if it k**ed me The sight of losing didn't thrill me So I had to go and steal G Just to make a quick one And I ain't give a f** who fell short to be a victim You and your family bro Your a** out of line, your a** got P.D. roll