The Wreckshop Family - Rolled Ova lyrics

(*talking*) Aaaah huh, right back up in ya Platinum Soul, bend over or get rolled over [Noke D & (Double D)] If you, ain't up on thangs (Wreckshop is the click, Platinum Soul's the name) And we, make beats that bang (ain't a damn thang changed, still thoed in the game) [Hook] Now tell me what it do n***a, you got your a** on your shoulders Peeping like the rollers, you n***as can't hold us I told ya, y'all don't wanna see a real soldier Either roll with us, or you get rolled over [D-Gotti] Thoed in the game, I flow for the change It was just me shooting me in the foot, locked in chains Body rock, I thank around the block still paid But I'm focused, with a lil' mo' respect for the game Check game, my mama and them in the projects I gotta get her out, so getting paid's my only option God protect a n***a off his game, stay strong Tell myself only real thangs, smart change homes Running, from my blood to my bones Pines is on, won't put a n***a in a tombstone Wrong, to push them pies I'm not a role model, I ain't one of the good guys I'm Goody-Gotti, out the Wreckshop Fam Bout to be one of the greatest, swear I'm bout that Fam Leave it or scram, I'll hit you with the tool Off the most in the streets, know D-Gotti a fool [Hook] [Noke D & Double D] [Double D] Hold up wait, Mr. fly guy You ain't original why try, you pitiful It's gonna take a miracle, to get you to the pinnacle As long as you know, that we could never be identacle It's obvious, why n***as copy us But then they coming with the sloppiest, so now I gotta put a stop to this I'm dropping this To put these mad rappers, and beat jackers away I night I still pray, for the ones gone astray You n***as more drug than thugged, out occuring in your flow So I'm pulling the plug out, remembering the game keep me doing my thang And it's official, ain't nothing changed We ride, we stepping and repping the Southside No n***as from outside, just Double D and thr guys Keep my eyes on the prize, but I gotta remind ya When you f**ing with the click, we gon come out and find ya [Hook] [Noke D & Double D] [D-Reck] On the mash, till the motherf**ing cash come f** a major deal, a n***a had to k** the last one Power and greed, then pride times three So Dirty did it like the Dirty 3, hurry back to the streets Cause they know, how we do's it Southside music, so they can't groove with this Wreckshop movement Got boys on note, hooked on it like dope Can't name a Houston rapper, that ain't stole at least one quote From Laffeyette, to the A-T-X From Dallas to New Orleans, we all in they deck I raised you boys, paved the way for you boys Don't check my coolness for no foolish, may Lil' J you boys We train blocks, and tie em in a knot We bring mo' heat to the streets, than a undercover cop We what you need, what these other cats can't see Can't be, so n***a just continue to floss me [Hook] [Noke D & Double D] [Dirty $] Yes sir we buy, my squad go hard Y'all don't want no problems, y'all don't even wanna start None of y'all got heart, no bite all bark Puddens get torn apart, big dogs run this yard Yeah uh-huh, we still leading the pack Hustlers love the way we made it, to the front from the back Going hard for them stacks, man the Shop been thoed The South still hold, if you hoes ain't know Who me sh**, it's that Mr. Dirty $ Original dickie boy, call me Jerry McGuire Higher, and strictly bout this feddy When it comes to fetching paper, my team stay ready Willing and able, first major independent label Go and get it, bring it back to the table Gorillas for scrilla, and savages about cabbage Cheetahs chasing cheddar, just not your average n***a And I'm married to this thang, the game But I garuntee before I go, y'all scream my name yeah [Tyte Eyez] You got your a** on your shoulders, I wonder why What you think you fly, motherf**er you think you better than I I think's not, and n***as ain't hot Bring the heat to em, accapellas from freestyle sh** Just bring the beats to em, so many n***as walking with they nose up Is it cause we stealing bidness, or we done hit they hoes up Huh I really don't know, but I ain't trying to figure out Man my hustle ain't your hustle, cause I took a different route Buddy but anyway, why you all up in my mix That's why flies don't come around you, cause they know that you ain't sh** b**h, you run with to ticks and fleas and roaches So uh, get off my dick soon as you breathe you choking b**h, you on my phone you know you wrong Just admit it, ain't nothing in the city seeing or hearing my committy So deal with it, or you getting rolled over Mr. Tyte E-Z, signing out like a soldier